“Good morning Bette” she greeted as she kept typing

“What the fuck are you playing at Schecter?” Bette hated being ignored so she shut her laptop to get her attention.  Jenny looked at her as if she had gone mad

“It’s a good thing I backed that file up” she said as she picked up her cup of latte and took a sip “I see you’ve read the book” then smiled “What did you think?”

“Oh you mean this psychosomatic bullshit stack of bound papers?”  She picked up Tina’s copy of the book.  Tina told Bette that the book wasn’t that interesting, but it was the nervousness in her voice that got Bette curious about it.  She may as well have said “DON’T READ THE BOOK BETTE!” and it would have roused the same curiosity in the dean.  So she read it the night before and almost lost sleep because of her outrage over it.  She looked over at Tina’s sleeping form and wished she had given her better warning.  “This book sucks!” Bette told Jenny.

“Oh then you have something in common with the twat who wrote the review for my book” she looked at the magazine in the trash can.

“Jenny you completely exposed us to the rest of the world!” Bette reproached

“Bette if you’d read the book you’d know that it is not about you” she tried to argue but was cut off

“Bev, Nina, Kat, Shaun, Elise, Donna, Helen, Jim and Jesse” she let out a breathy laugh “you may as well have stuck with the real names” she took a breath then added “and how dare you mention our relationship in your book.  You have no clue of what we were going through then.”

“Bette calm down” she tried again but was cut off by another voice

“What the fuck Jenny!?” Alice, Dana and Helena didn’t wait to be invited to sit down at the table

“What do you mean I don’t have a sense of style?” Alice said

“I do not buy people’s affection” Helena angrily added

“Why do I have to die in the end?” Dana complained

“Okay” stood up from her chair to address the group “for the last time” she took a deep breath “this book is not about you.”  They all looked at her disbelievingly “Names and situations are similar but it is fiction ladies.  Even if it were about you guys, do you think people are going to recognize you on the street?”