"They think they’ve got it so hard," Jenny mumbled, shaking her head as Jodi looked up from her desk with confusion.

"What?" It could often be hard to read Jenny’s lips without warning.

Then Jenny looked up. "They think they have it sooo fucking hard. Oh poor babies – you’re both up for a promotion. Boo friggin hoo."

"I know," Jodi sighed, sitting back in her chair. "It’s ridiculous."

"You know what they need?" Jenny smirked, "A wake up call."

Jodi furrowed her brows with confusion.

"They should just wake up one day in a ditch and see how hard it is then! Hah. And good luck writing your fucking articles! … Maybe you’ll both be fired. Now that’d be the day – a dream come true, really."

Jodi thought for a moment and then just smiled to herself. That didn’t sound so crazy. Finally her anger with Bette could be avenged in some way. Jenny’s hatred was the perfect cover for her own. "Don’t be silly." She wanted to relieve the possibility of a joke, and it was met with Jenny’s smile.

"There is nothing I’d like to see more than a floundering Ms Tina Kennard."

Jodi chuckled and shook her head. "You’re sick."

"I’m fabulous," Jenny smiled, tilting her chin up with her infamous grin. "You’re just jealous."

Jodi rolled her eyes. It would be difficult to get anything done with this raging lunatic in the picture.

***

After work had come to a close, Tina made her way down to the underground parking lot. She had been told that Bette wanted to form some kind of alliance, and would be waiting for her in a royal blue dodge ram. Tina had to chuckle to herself as she made her way over, keeping her head up high. Jodi had given her the message, and with it was a promise of a formal apology of what an ass Bette had been to her.

While she slowly approached the truck in sight, she smiled to herself at the prospect of overcoming the toughest writer at work. Possibly in the field. They were truly in a league of their own.

With a frown, she didn’t see anyone in the driver’s seat. She quickly looked around with paranoia, but saw nothing. With a sigh, she figured this was some sick joke on Bette’s part, in order to buy herself those few extra minutes to write her article.