Spencer stood up sharply knocking over her chair in the process.

“Where is she”, she demanded, her eyes flashing with vivid anger. “Where the hell is she?”.

“Ms. Carlin please”, Portia looked suddenly unsure, her composure slipping and worry creasing her brow. “If you can just sit down..”

“Like HELL I will” replied Spencer vehemently, “Tell me where she is!”. And with that demand she strode out of the board room into the corridor. She began randomly opening doors down the corridor, to the surprise of everyone. She stopped abruptly when she realized how crazy she was being. Spencer turned on her heel and strode back to the ice blonde lady who was watching her warily from the corridor by the board room door. The other people from the meeting were grouped behind her, watching Spencer with amazement on their face, unwilling to move in case they missed the show. Riley however stood to one side, a worried look flitting across her face.

“Tell Me Where Ashley Is” Spencer fired at Portia, making each word as clear as day. “Tell me NOW, or I will create some major trouble for you”.

“Ms. Carlin please, calm down, I’m sure this can be all sorted out quietly and easily, if we just sit down..”

Spencer folded her arms and stonily stared down the other lady.

“This will be sorted out when you take me to Ashley” she said. Unmoving she glared at Portia.

“Please, I will.. I’m sure… I’ll call… Please if we can just sit down”.

Spencer did not move. Until she heard a timid voice from next to her,

“I’ll get her for you”, Riley offered. Spencer looked at the young musician her face softening. “I.. I didn’t mean to make you angry”, Riley added.

“No, no, it’s not you Riley” Spencer reassured her. “And I think Ms. De Francesca can sort this out very, very quickly”, the emphasis landed on the very.

Portia looked like she was about to faint. She opened the door to the board room and weakly waved Spencer in with the file in her hand.

“I’ll call her Ms. Carlin.. right now, just please, wait in here.”

Spencer stood for a minute with her arms folded, a stony look etched on her face. Then she acquiesced and went into the board room. She sat in one of the chairs and folded her arms again.