Amelia sits at her desk. Feeling incredibly stressed and empty, she stands up. Her thoughts are running rampant and she cannot concentrate on any work. "God, I can really use a drink or two" she thought to herself.
As she is rubbing her temples and carefully contemplating leaving the practice and hitting the nearest bar, her thoughts are rudely interrupted as Pete walks in.
"Amelia, you okay?" He asks.
"Fine. What's up?" She replies. Although she may think she doesn't sound annoyed, it's pretty clear she does.
"I was talking to Violet earlier and she said you seemed really distracted earlier. I know we aren't the closest, but I was just wondering if everything was okay."
"Pete, everything is fine. Your wife makes things up constantly to create unnecessary conflict. She creates it so she can swoop in and solve it. It's pretty sickening. Tell her I said that and please leave me alone. I'm having a bad day and Charlotte is still convinced that I am drinking again. I can't operate nor drink. I'm miserable. Freakin' miserable. Now if you could please leave that would be great."
Pete stands there for a couple seconds in silence and leaves. Although Pete and Amelia don't have a solid relationship, Pete still cares for her. He knows if he pushes her or fights back it will only make things worse.
Amelia feels bad for what she said for about a millisecond, but decides to forget it. She sits back down on the computer and starts clicking away. About ten seconds pass when she ultimately surrenders to her workday. She gets up from her desk, turns her computer off, grabs her purse, and leaves her office.
As she is scurrying out of her office and heading towards the elevators, she sees Charlotte coming towards her.
"Where you think you're going?"
"Out. Lunch. Perhaps a burger? Or a salad? Maybe a sandwich. I don't know, Charlotte."
"That attitude doesn't help your case, you know that right? Being harsh and defiant isn't helpin' ya."
"Really Charlotte? Are we seriously going to do this? I feel like I'm in high school again. I'm a grown woman; I do not have to tell you where I am going every second of the day. Now excuse me, I am going to lunch."