Don Draper has a bad habit of throwing money at his problem. His latest problem is Michael Ginsberg.
There in that white-gilt bedroom like a tomb, where I believe none of Gatsby's guests had ever before set foot except by mistake — none until Daisy, and I was only her adjunct and proxy, an accessory to her presence there in the house. He had forgotten about me then. He had forgotten about me now. I was his only witness.
On the road, after the walls come down. Tris looks for answers; Peter looks for an ending.
Some new coworkers are newer than others.
Billy and Stu have something to celebrate.
Gibson surveys the evidence of his recreational activities as he readies himself to serve.
In Egypt, the emperor sleeps poorly.
Garrupe and Rodrigues, returning.
The two of them are marked by water.
“Has no one done this for you?” Jin Guangyao asked, eyeing Xue Yang in the mirror.