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Getting into Trouble
Part 1 / Stress

Betty Suarez walked along the sidewalks toward her Queens home in quick long steps. She shuffled her hand into her purse looking down inside as she kept walking.

"Great…just great" she told herself looking up again from failing to retrieve her cell phone. She halted her steps trying to retrace them.

At this, she felt a hard knock on her back causing her to fall forward hitting the floor hard with her hands and knees. "Ow!" she simply said without miraculously cussing at the hit she had received.

She turned on all fours and looked up to see who had bumped into her. "Sorry" he simply said stretching out his hand.

"Walter, what are you doing?" she said getting his hand and pulling herself up with his help.

"I'm really sorry Betty," he simply said again slightly blushing.

Though the moon's light was giving out plenty of visuals around the city, she kind of saw a distinct redness on his cheeks. "It's okay," she said brushing her purple coat with her hands. "What were you doing just now?" she asked again wanting to get an answer.

"I umm…" he thought for a second before mumbling something completely inaudible for her to hear.

"What was that?" she asked cocking her head to the side while fixing her glasses.

"I was going to the corner store" he lied to her with ease this time not wanting to say he was following her yet again.

"Look, fine" she said shaking her head and clearing her mind, "I gotta go. I'll uh…see you some other time." She turned and walked away three quick steps before feeling a hold on her jacket making her stop once more.

"Betty wait" he told her.

"What is it?" she asked him a little frustrated at the fact that he wouldn't leave her alone.

"I'm sorry," he said in a near whisper.

"Walter" she continued getting more frustrated now, "you already said that."

"I don't mean for dropping you…I mean…wait, I am sorry for that" nothing was coming out the way he wanted it to. "Look, I'm really sorry about the way I treated you…again."

Again he had cheated on her. This time she told herself that it was by far the last time she would let him get the best of her. Closing her eyes and fuming inside, she decided to ignore him yet again and turn around to continue on toward her destination.

"Betty, I love you" he told her not caring who was walking by thinking he was a moron.

"Yeah" she told him softly, "I thought you did." Again she turned her back on a now sad looking Walter whom was too turning around heading for his own home.

- - -

Betty took off her red vest taking in a sigh and letting it out. She kicked off her black shoes and proceeded to take off her black stockings. She closed her eyes, remembering what had happened just hours before she headed home.

"Betty can you come over here please?" Daniel's voice could be heard from inside his office.

Betty, as soon as hearing it, placed her empanada down and stuffed it into her desk drawer before jogging into the office.

"Yes Daniel?" she asked with paper and pen at hand ready to dictate.

"No, no…put that down," he said waving his hand at her.

"O-kay" she said slowly before simply slipping them behind her back and looking at him her attention completely at anything he'd say.

"Betty" he continued, "take a seat…please" he instructed at which she acknowledged. "Now it's come to my attention that the editing hasn't been done for the past three days. Usually you come in and ask me how you're doing. I send you back with no doubt in my mind that you're doing a great job. You haven't came in with anything so far."

He raised his eyebrows at her motioning to her that it was her turn to speak now or at least try to defend herself knowing that she was for some odd reason slacking off.

"Umm" she licked her lips before looking down, "well, I haven't done them because…" she hesitated.

His eyebrows remained high as he waited for a response. "What's going on?" he asked noticing that her lips weren't opening for the next part to finish her statement.

"I've just been having a lot on my mind" she told him wanting to avoid the reality of not having the time from getting home late from work and still dealing with her father's immigration problems. Walter and love were by far the least of her problems.

Daniel slowly and calmly nodded his head and turned toward the outside of his office noticing his father coming towards the door.

"We'll talk about this later" he told her seeing the door being opened.

Betty at this quickly got up and walked toward her desk.