Allison wasn’t looking happy either, despite her promising pregnancy. Things had certainly changed between them since that day she had ‘caught’ Bette and Tina, but they were civil with each other and occasionally had a laugh together. But Bette sensed something wasn’t right with Allison.

It didn’t surprise her to find her assistant in her office one day, telling her she wanted to resign.

“Ms Porter, I really enjoyed working here but… lately, it’s been different. And I want another job anyway, part-time. I want to spend more time with my family. I’m about to have a baby boy – Caleb – and I already have little Richard. This is nothing against you personally – you have been a wonderful boss. Demanding, but treating me well.”

Bette understood this and let Allison go, despite it being with a little pain in her heart. Allison had worked there for three years after all. She had interviews with new assistants, but nobody seemed good enough to her. She was convinced they couldn’t take the pressure. She had already given up hope when James Cookson entered her office and completely impressed her. He proved to be just right for the job. At least one thing in her life had got back on track.

It was on a September evening that the door bell rang. Bette, who had been watching some crappy tv-show, got up curiously, wondering who it could be. When she opened the door, she was more than surprised to find Tina standing there.

“Tina,” Bette stated bluntly.

“I’m so sorry,” Tina whispered, looking down. She swallowed and looked up again. “I really am, Bette. Can I please come in.”

“Uhm… sure.” Bette didn’t know if she had to be angry at Tina for disappearing like that or be relieved that she was okay, that she was back.

“Please let me explain,” Tina asked.

“Do you want something to drink? I was about to drink some coffee,” Bette asked, ignoring Tina’s words.

“Uh – sure, yeah. Thanks.”

Bette went to the kitchen, fixed them some coffee – three spoons of sugar for Tina – and went back to the living room.

“So…”