Bette: Sounds wonderful.

Bette checks her cellphone, receiving a text message from James. James knows not to interrupt Bette verbally during important conversations, opting instead to text her. The text simply reads, ”TINA L2.” She looks at the business phone and sees a blinking light for Line 2.

Bette: Speaking of Tina, she’s calling on the other line.

Helena: This isn’t just a polite way to brush me off now is it?

Bette: No, it isn’t, because my wife is on the other line. And yes, it is, because I’d rather talk to her.

Helena gives a brief laugh.

Helena: Ha. Very well. Another time then?

Bette: Certainly. Bye.

Bette hangs up Line 1 and now answers Line 2.

Bette: Hey, Tee.

Tina: Hey, baby. …My water just broke.

Bette: What??? It’s early. I mean… You know, never mind I’m on my way!

Bette’s focus instantly shifts to Tina and her state of pregnancy apparently coming soon to an end. She exits her office, walking up to James’ desk.

Bette: Hold my calls, tell them I’m unavailable. Unless it’s Helena or the contractor, I can’t speak right now.

James: Is everything okay?

Bette smiles.

Bette: Tina’s water just broke. Tina and I are about to become Mama Tee and Mama Bee.

James: Oh wow. Already? Um, before you go, Miss Jewell, the contractor was hoping to speak with-

Bette: Tasha’s security detail will help her. Speaking of Miss Williams, she’ll be unavailable as well.

James: Operation Delivery Shield in effect?

Bette: Indeed.

She puts her sunglasses back on and smiles before heading for the exit from the building. As she makes her exit, she motions towards Tasha.

Bette: It’s time.

Tasha: Understood.

Tasha walks with Bette.

Bette: We’re taking my car.

Tasha holds her right hand to her right ear.

Tasha: O.D.S. in effect. Nearest one to my checkpoint, stat. Eyes wide, attention focused. Any issues, handle them.

Undoing the earpiece set for her security detail, Tasha puts her focus on protecting Miss Porter and soon, Miss Kennard, Bette’s wife.

Tasha: I should be driving.

Bette: No, you ride shotgun and cover me in case someone gets cute.

Tasha: You’re the boss.

Now inside Bette’s Monaro, Bette turns the ignition and restarts the opening riff of the song she was enjoying earlier. Bette exits the parking lot with fervor. This is a moment in time she has been eagerly anticipating.

”Don’t stop me.”