Tina’s half of the morning of the confrontation with Jodi

The chaos she had seen outside the gate stood in stark contrast to the cemetery like silence inside the gate. Tina has expected a flurry of activity to meet her gaze as production was coming nearing the last week and a half of the film and everyone could feel the beginning of the pinch that happened around every such deadline. Pulling her car into the spot that bore her name Tina took a deep breath. Several extras stood off talking near one of the sets and she saw a couple of set crew members sharing what she sincerely hoped was a cigarette. Normally she would have walked over to find out for sure but there were more important issues at hand her gut told her.

Forcing herself to remain calm Tina stepped out of her car and headed in the direction of the building that held not only her office but Kate’s and several of the other administrative staff of the film. The sense of several pair of eyes following her progress remained strong through the entire journey. As soon as Tina opened the door to enter the building she knew it was going to be a difficult morning. She could hear Kate’s voice as though the temperamental director stood mere feet away from her but Tina was fairly sure that the conflict she was hearing was coming from William’s office which was located at the far end of the hall. Sighing Tina quickly entered her office, tossing her purse on the chair in front of the desk and setting the folders she had taken home on her desk along with her cell phone Tina steeled herself and turned to make her way to William’s office–if she had any intention of getting out of her in time to meet Bette she would have to face this one head on and find a resolution quickly. Much to her shock Tina found herself colliding solidly with another body as she looked into the fiery, blazing eyes of Kate Arden!

"What the hell!!" Tina managed to gasp as she felt Kate grabbed her shoulders firmly to prevent her from falling to the floor of her office. Kate’s smile as she removed her hands from Tina’s shoulders sent shivers down T’s spine. It reminded her of what a snake must look like to a mouse just before it struck, and she was most definitely feeling like the mouse.