Betty comes out of a cubicle at Mode and hears loud coughing followed by sobbing. She walks towards the door, hesitates and walks to the sobbing. She clears her throat and knocks on the cubicle door

Betty: Are you okay?

Rachel: Erm yes, I'm fine.

A short silence

Betty: You don't sound too fine.

Rachel: I'm okay.

Cubicle door opens and a very pale, gaunt looking girl with black mascara stains sliding down her cheek, steps out to the wash basin. She stares at herself in the mirror.

Rachel: Oh I'm such a mess.

Betty digs into her small, rather unfashionable black Mickey Mouse handbag.

Betty: Here, make-up wipes. Ever since I was forced to take part in a photo shoot from hell I carry make-up wipes with me.

Betty hands Rachel the make-up wipe, who looks at Betty gratefully.

Rachel: Thank you so much. You're Betty Suarez right? Daniel Meade's new assistant?

Betty: Yep, that's me.

Rachel: I'm Rachel.

Betty: The new intern?

Rachel: Yes

Betty: I haven't seen you around much.

Rachel: I hide in here a lot.

Betty: You don't like working for Mode?

Rachel: I do. Its just I can't deal with the pressure.

Betty: Are people bothering you? Really if they are, tell me and I'll sort them out. They're heartless; you have to learn to ignore them. I wouldn't imagine they pick on someone like you though, you're very Mode. I would have thought you were a model.

Rachel: Oh no. I'm too fat to be a model. I'm too fat to work here even. I'm surrounded by six feet tall, beautifully thin girls. I really want to work here and do well but at the same time my confidence dissappears every time I see that creative director and her Chanel suits or another group of models. How do you do it?

Betty: You just have to see past it. There's more to Mode then the front covers you know.

Rachel: I wish I could, and still I find myself in this cubicle trying to puke lunch.

Betty: Oh no, you shouldn't do that.

Rachel starts to sob

Rachel: I know, I know.

Betty: Hey, let me introduce you to some of my friends here. They're great, you'll love them and none of them own a Chanel suit.

Rachel: Ok

Betty: Let's get out of here.

Rachel: Thanks Betty.

The girls walk out of the bathroom.

[To be continued