The look on his face, oh God the look on his face.  Utter disgust and anger.  “Excuse me, you said she” he said splittingly. 

I quietly spoke, “Um yeah, I did.” 

“You fuckin carpet-munching, pussy-licking cunt broke up with me to be with a dyke.  You fuckin bitch” the venom spewing from his lips.  He wound back his hand and the next thing I knew was his hand hitting my face.  Then he was gone, storming out of my office opening the door forcefully that slamming the door loudly.  That really didn’t go the way that I thought it would.  I burst into tears.

A few minutes later I heard my assistant Jamie come in and ask what was wrong and if I needed anything.  I didn’t answer and must have look like a wreck because she left the office and came back with a glass of water and then went over and grabbed the box of Kleenex I keep in my office.  She just sat with me for a while and once I had calmed down she asked once again, “Tina, do you need me to get anything for you?”  One word explained everything that I needed, “Bette.”  Then I started sobbing again.  I vaguely remember Jamie going to my desk and she must have gotten my cell phone because I heard her talking to someone telling them that they needed to come to the studio, gave them directions to the studio and where my office is and that there would be a pass at the gate.  Then my wonderful Jamie just sat with me with her arm around my shoulders whispering that she was sure everything would be okay.  I just sat there with my head in my hands sobbing.

Half hour later I heard the office door open; then close and felt Jamie get up and go to whoever had walked in and talked to them quietly.  Then I felt someone lifting my head up from its place in my hands; it was Bette.  She was there kneeling in front of me looking so worried.

“T, honey what’s wrong?”  But I couldn’t answer her; it was like my vocal chords were frozen.  I tried to speak but nothing came out.