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”If no one has anything else to add, then I think we’ll wrap this up,” Tina announced with a tired smile. When received the nods of agreement, she continued, ”Thank you for coming, I’ll see you next week.”
Everyone stood up and began collecting their belongings. Tina had just held a weekly meeting regarding the expected expenses versus the remaining budget as she reported to the Line Producer, Production Manager, Studio Representative and a few major financiers. The meeting had began after lunch and had dragged on till six o’clock in the evening. There had been lots of questions and desperate attempts at finding solutions to some budget issues, the tediousness of which had endowed Tina with yet another intense headache, also provoked by a long sleepless night of crying.
Shaking hands with her colleagues, Tina left the conference room and headed to her office.
”I’d like twenty minutes without any interruption, okay?” she said to her assistant, Tiffany.
As she was about to enter her office, Tina noticed how urgently Tiffany wanted to say something, and when the blonde opened the door, it became clear to her what her assistant was alarmed about.
Heaving an exhausted sigh, Tina closed the door. ”Brenda, what are you doing here?” she asked, her voice gentle and calm, something she didn’t feel inside.
Turning around, Brenda stared sullenly at Tina, her arms folded tightly across her chest. ”I’m sorry for the way I reacted yesterday. I promise I won’t be screaming at you anymore. I just have a few more questions for you. Sit.”
”I answered all your questions yesterday,” Tina stated while massaging her throbbing temples.
”No, you didn’t,” Brenda argued. She then took a seat on the couch. ”When I asked whether there was anyone you were leaving me for, you gave me an evasive answer. I don’t believe a second you are leaving me just because you’re not in love with me, as you said. There must be something else.”
Tina walked up wearily to her chair and sat down. ”I don’t have time for this…”
”Don’t you think I deserve a proper explanation from you?”
”Of course you deserve that,” Tina whispered, looking at her hands on her lap.
”Then tell me. Right here. Right now.”