Gladys was going to be beyond angry.
Beyond furious, Chell thought as she pulled into her garage. Beyond pissed; Chell pulled her keys out from the starter and stuck them in her pocket.
She might even try to kill her again. Chell smiled to herself as she grabbed her briefcase out of the front seat, half at the thought of Gladys setting the house on fire and finally getting her revenge, and half out of the terror that she might actually do it.
She tossed her keys into the bowl she kept by the door, and peeked around the corner to check if the staircase was clear. She might not be able to hide from Gladys' wrath forever, but she might be able to hide for a little while if she just stays low –
"Well, I hope you're happy," came the mechanical voice from behind her.
Chell nearly jumped out of her business suit as she whipped around so fast she might have given herself whiplash.
Gladys stood next to their small dining table, which was decorated with an embroidered light blue table cloth and had several plates on it; one plate had bread rolls, a bowl with salad sprinkled with croutons and dressing, and even a center plate with roast beef. There were two candles that were already halfway burned down, wax dripping into hardened puddles around the candlestick.
Gladys wore her favorite black sleeveless dress that extended to just above her knees and dipped in the collar to expose just the slightest bit of cleavage. Her medium length hair was pulled into a somewhat messy but stylish bun on the back of her head, and she would have been the epitome of beautiful, save for the nasty expression that her face was twisted into.
"Dinner," Gladys tapped a heel. "The dinner I worked so hard on, the dinner I slaved over the stove all day to make – " her eyes narrowed even further if it was possible, "is ruined."
With a wave of her hand, Gladys took a few steps towards Chell. "What kept you?" she growled.
Chell smiled apologetically and messily signed, I had to stay late at work.
"You could have had someone call for you."
She flinched. That was true. I just got so busy, she signed.
Gladys glared daggers at her former test subject, not buying her excuses. Chell gently took Gladys' hand and clasped it, giving an apologetic smile before pressing a kiss to her pale knuckles. She let go long enough to sign, How about I take you out to dinner tonight then?
The android's expression softened a little and she glanced back at her ruined work on the table. "...well, we are already dressed for it." She reached up and smoothed the collar of Chell's dress shirt. Taking a hold of her tie, she gave it a little tug to tighten it.
"It better be some place nice, test subject," she said with no malice as Chell gave a silent chuckle and pulled the keys out of her pocket.