Los Angeles wasn't the most beautiful nighttime sight, but it was a sight nonetheless. Eric Forrester stood staring out of his office window, pondering life and love at the end of a long work night as he usually did.

"Hello, Eric." called a woman's voice from behind him. He hadn't heard her enter, but he knew who she was. They hadn't met in over twenty-five years; he'd hoped he would never see her again. She represented everything he hated.

"Helena." He spoke her name with a harsh coldness and a hint of fear; he didn't turn to face her. "How the hell did you get in here?"

The matriarch of the Cassadine family let out a slight chuckle. "Oh, Eric, you know I have my ways."

"I can't argue with that," he said with a sigh before turning around to face her. "So, why are you here?"

Helena sat on the edge of the desk she was standing next to. "I have news that you might want to hear...about our daughter."

Eric froze for a second before coming to his senses. He hurried to close his office door. "I thought we had an agreement about this, Helena!"

"We did! It's just that-"

"It's just that after all these years you want to come and disrupt my life!"

Helena jumped up and grabbed Eric by the shoulders. "Eric, Irina is dead!"

Eric paused in shock. Helena let go of his shoulders, but he stood there like a statue. "Oh. My. God."

"Eric?" Helena asked, slightly concerned for her former lover. "Are you ok?"

Eric was silent as he walked away for a few seconds. "How did it happen?"

"Try not to be too horrified when I say this." Helena warned. "I killed her."

The fashion icon stopped in his tracks and turned around. "You bitch." he said softly. "YOU BITCH!"

The Ice Queen wasn't fazed. "Oh, Eric, try not to be too dramatic."

"Too dramatic!" he yelled. "How could you say such a thing? How could you do such a thing?"

"She became a liability, Eric!" Helena exclaimed. "She couldn't live up to the Cassadine name."

"What the hell?" Tears scrambled out of his eyes. "SHE WASN'T A CASSADINE! SHE WAS A FORRESTER!"

"Oh, now she's a Forrester?" she fired back. "For twenty-five years, any child of yours that wasn't from that bitch Stephanie wasn't good enough to be a Forrester. And now! NOW, you have the gall to stand there and play the loving father?"

"Get out!" Eric yelled, his chest heaving as more tears poured out. "Get THE HELL out!"

Helena contemplated her reasons before slowly going to the door, giving a quick glance back at Eric, and leaving.