We’re still talking about the project, “Yeah, yeah… um…”, and finally come up with a solution “The whole day job is at the hospital and the…” I stare at him as he sits down, “murder mystery is… is like a sub-plot!”

           “Exactly!” I smile widely at him as I sit down and write some notes down. I look at the block notes in front of me, but somehow sense his stare on me. I look up and I’m silent for a moment. He looks at me and he seems embarrassed. ‘Oh, did I missed that’ the sense of power I got when a man looked at me and he was, immediately, at my feet. “What?” I finally speak.

           “Nothing!” he keeps his eyes on me, as he gulps “It’s just um…” he smiles and chuckles nervously, “Do you know how incredible it is to work with an executive who actually thinks about what’s going on in the real world?” I can’t help but smile. That was a huge compliment. It’s good for my ego. I’ve spent the last seven years of my life being ‘Bette’s Tina’, or ‘Bette’s better half’. I think I lost my autonomy as soon as I decided to be Bette’s woman. I’m my own woman. Moreover, listening to someone who’s appreciating what I do is amazing. As wrong as it may sounds, I’m enjoying it. It feels wrong, though.

           “No how incredible is it?” I ask more flirtatiously now as I lean on my elbows. I lock my eyes with him. He’s attracted to me; I can feel it and I love it. I find myself picking up a piece of paper and writing down my number. “This is my cell…” I hand it to him, “Call me anytime”

I look at him as I hear my assistant’s voice coming out from the receiver, “Bette on 2!” Her name almost make me flick, but I ignore it. My guts are telling me to talk to her, but I do the opposite thing “Tell her, I’ll call her back, Rosy”, I say as I glance at Josh, who’s now looking at a picture of Angie and me.  

           “This is your daughter?” I smile, “Oh, she’s so cute”