It had been nearly a week before Tina was fed up once again with Bette’s strange antics, and called her into her office. Granted it hadn’t been as soon as she had thought, but the difficulty of such a staff was frustrating, to say the least.

“Finally give in?” Bette smirked upon entering, taking in the irritated form of her beautiful blond boss. “… All those urges …” she continued, sliding her hand inches down her cane and then back up with a devilish tease. She always pushed Tina’s boundaries.

“This is not just another game,” Tina said in all seriousness, moving to sit in her chair on the other side of her desk. She figured she needed the personal space, and immediately pulled her thoughts from any possibility of enjoying Bette’s sick sense of humour. She took a deep breath in and then let it out. “I don’t know why I hired you.” It was said more to herself, but of course, that didn’t stop Bette from responding.

“Well let’s see. I’m a medical genius, I cure just about every case sent to me, and I’m not too bad to look at either.”

Tina could tell it had been a joke, but in truth, Bette was gorgeous. Still, she kept her mouth shut for obvious reasons. No sense in inflating an already explosive ego.

“Am I right or am I right?”

Tina just sighed again when Wilson popped his head into the office and then looked highly uncomfortable when he realized how upset Tina was. “Oh … I just … uh …”

“Wilson!” Bette smiled, throwing her hands up in pseudo enthusiasm, enjoying the look on Tina’s face so much that it had become real enthusiasm. “Won’t you join us?”

Now Wilson looked uncomfortable, but he didn’t move. He just quirked his eyebrows and opened his mouth as if to speak.

“I might be getting a promotion, but the sounds of it,” Bette winked, acting as excited as she could while she leaned in a bit toward Tina’s desk. It was a horrible joke, especially given its timing.

“… I … didn’t think you were busy, I’m sorry,” Wilson finished, an uncomfortable smile on his face, since he felt obliged to hand Tina the package he held. “Uh …” he took just one step in, feeling as awkward as he had in his teen years as he spoke, “This is that Shakespeare collection you’ve been waiting for. Wanted to make sure you got it …”