Author's note: Hello, my precious readers and thank you for your wonderful reviews! A special thanks to all those who played that little game with me last time. The names of those who guessed the identity of a person that Betty met are at the bottom of this chapter as to not spoil your reading.

A cat named Sonny

Betty couldn't believe her luck.

Not her! Just not her! Why do you hate me God?

There, in front of the elevator in all her Latino beauty stood Sofia Reyes. The exact same woman whose eyes Betty wanted to dig out. The woman whose neck she wanted to wriggle. The woman she wanted to feed to a pack of hungry lions.

But as Betty was not a violent person she decided that the best course of action is to ignore the tall woman standing next to her.

"Betty. Still working here I see."

Me? How dare you show your face at Meade, you dirty, conceited, two-faced…?

"At Mode, I assume. Running around, doing Daniel's job? And arranging his dates?"

Shut up about Daniel or you'll regret it, you snobbish hypocrite!

"You really deserve better than to work for an incompetent buffoon, Betty!"

That does it!

"At least I'm not working for a manipulative bitch!" Betty hissed unable to keep quiet any long.

"Oh, come on Betty! You know he deserved it!" Betty finally whirled around to face her.

"Deserved it? And what did he ever do to you, hm? He dared to fall in love with you? Was that it? Was that a terrible crime he did?" Betty's voice was getting shrill and people were starting to glance their way.

"Oh, please Betty! He was never in love with me! And anyways, he deserved to be punished for hurting and humiliating so many women!"

"That's rich! All those women knew what are they getting into and the only one who humiliated anyone is you! And you did it because you're a cold-hearted frigid bitch!"

There was a gasp all around the audience they attracted but none of them noticed. People, smelling blood, were starting to get their cell phones with cameras out.

"I'm a bitch? And Daniel is what? A perfect man, helping old ladies across the road? Snap out of it Betty! He's a little rich playboy who got everything handed out on a silver platter! And he wouldn't even know what to do with it if it wasn't for you!"

Betty gritted her teeth. She was seeing red.

How dare she after what she did to him?

"Daniel made a lot of mistakes but he would never ever hurt anybody on purpose!"

"That's because he's incompetent of doing anything on his own!"

"Watch what you are saying about Daniel!" Betty hissed menacingly.

"Why are you always protecting him?" Sofia gasped over-dramatically. "Are you sleeping with him Betty? Don't tell me you let him trick you into his bed?"

"Everybody knows I am just his assistant. But why do you care anyway? Are you jealous? Did you get tired of your boyfriend Hunter? By the way, is he still working as a striper? I guess it is a fair job for someone whose brain isn't bigger than a pea." Betty tapped her chin with one finger thoughtfully. "Now that I think about it, it would be a perfect job for you too. Big arse and no brain."

"Are you saying I'm stupid? And that I have a big arse?"

"Hmmm… that's exactly what I'm saying."

"You should look yourself in the mirror you fat cow!"

Betty realised she was getting under her skin and she enjoyed it exceedingly. She never saw Sofia get so upset.

"At least my soul isn't black! I'm actually glad you didn't marry Daniel! He deserves a better woman in his life!"

"Oh please! His mother is a bloody criminal who got away with a murder just because she's rich!"

"Take-that-back!"

Sofia smirked.

"Or what?"

"Or I'll make sure you will never be able to open that big mouth of yours! Do remember I'm from Queens!"

"Please, Betty. We both know you won't do anything. You're too self-righteous. Too prim and proper. And too loyal to Daniel. That's exactly why you won't come anywhere in life!" she snarled and turned around to go into the elevator.

But something in Betty snapped. She had enough of this. She may be able to handle Amanda and Marc's insults but they are Frenemies while this woman is a bitter slag who thinks she can walk all over her.

Not a chance in hell! I've been threatening with this I'm from Queens for too long now. It's time to act on it.

She could hear a dramatic Mexican music from soap opera in her ears.

Christina was watching the scene unfold in front of her eyes, contemplating if she should interfere. But then, when a time came for her to interfere she just continued to watch with a spoon hanging out of her mouth.

She saw her friend Betty with a furious expression on her face take a step after Sofia Reyes and grab a tuft of her hair. She pulled her back roughly and Sofia stumbled back screeching.

"What are you doing?!"

"Nobody messes with Betty Suarez and her friends! It'll do you good to remember that!" Christina shivered at Betty's voice.

Betty was still tugging at her hair while Sofia squirmed and fought back trying to reach Betty's hair.

"Daniel is not your friend, Betty!"

"Shut up! How would you know? You don't have any friends and you never will! Who would want a back-stabbing slut for a friend?!" Sofia swung her nails at Betty's face.

"Well, this back-stabbing slut is an editor in chief whose first issue was a success! And she didn't need daddy to help her to the position!"

SMACK. Betty's fist came in contact with Sofia's eye.

"Auch! That's going to leave a mark," an amused voice said behind Christina. She nodded absently. "I never really understood why Daniel is so attached to her but if a woman got into a fist fight for me…" he trailed off wistfully and Christina finally turned around to find Daniel's friend Becks gawking at the scene.

"You little…"

"SHUT UP! How dare you show up here? How dare you mention your first issue?! That article was a bloody lie and you know it! Did you happen to write about how you lied, cheated and manipulated a naïve assistant to convince her boss to propose to you? Did you? NO?! I didn't think so!"

Christina threw the spoon in the trashcan and dragged Becks after her. She didn't know him well but he'll do.

"We have to get them apart now! Before they kill each other!"

"But why? This is fun," he complained.

"If you want to explain Daniel we were here and didn't prevent his assistant's murder be my guest!" She raised an eyebrow at him and he faltered. He was dead for sure if Daniel found out his assistant got a tiny scratch because of him.

"Come on! Let's go!" he agreed overeagerly and pulled at her hand. Christina rolled her eyes.

Men!

They both grabbed Betty while the guards grabbed Sofia.

"This isn't over yet! You hear me!?"

"Thisis over! And if you ever come near Daniel again I'll sell you to the cheapest strip club! You hurt him enough already! Stay away!"

Everybody around them had their phones out.

Cliff, Marc's boyfriend was passing by when he had heard the commotion. He sent the video to Marc who showed it to Wilhelmina and sent it to Amanda who showed it to the whole floor.

Nick, Alexis's assistant who was just coming to work sent the video to Kenny, the accountant and to Alexis.

The cleaning lady in the lobby with an out of date cell phone sent a black and white video to her cousin, Mrs Meade's gardener. Claire laughed her head off when she saw it and sent it to her cousin Fanny. The one who lives out of civilisation.

The security guard who Hilda once flirted with sent her a video that she showed it to Ignacio and Justin. That consequently meant Justin's classmates were enjoying too.

Vincent Bianchi got a video from a cute receptionist he once dated.

Basically the whole world saw the video. Well, the whole world except for Daniel who was happily clueless but starting to miss his assistant.

Becks and Christina dragged a fuming Betty into the elevator and didn't let go of her hands until the door was closed. Betty was breathing deeply.

"Betty, what has gotten into you?" Christina asked.

"You were a real tigress. Grrrrr!" Becks added unnecessarily, earning himself a dirty look from Christina. Betty glared at her captors.

"She pissed me off!" Christina flinched. She wasn't used of Betty cursing. "How dare she? How dare she even come here, much less talk about Daniel?!"

"Calm down Betty."

"I can't wait to see Daniel's expression when he sees that fight," Becks said awed. Betty was at his throat before he could blink.

"Daniel won't find out because you won't tell him! Is that clear?"

"But…"

"Is that clear?" she hissed. If Christina didn't know better she would think Betty is using Mrs Meade's perfume again.

"Fine, fine. I won't tell. But how are you going to prevent him to find out from somebody else?"

"I'll take care of this! You just keep your mouth shut!"

When they arrived at Mode the whole floor was staring at her. Some in disgust but most in awe. Betty just glared at them all. She was in a foul mood. She was just planning on yelling at them to go back to work when she saw Daniel coming towards her leafing through some papers.

Probably looking for me to tell him what to do with them.

Betty panicked. She knew she must look a mess so she grabbed Christina and Becks's collars and pulled them in a Closet just when Daniel raised his head. He frowned.

"Did you see Betty anywhere, Amanda?"

Amanda bit her lip. She had gathered Betty didn't want Daniel to know about the infamous fight. Now she could either tattletale her out or keep her mouth shut.

"Nope," she shrugged. She didn't know why Betty didn't want Daniel to find out but that was her choice. She might not like her but she liked Sofia even less. She was after all the woman who succeeded in stealing Daniel's heart right in front of her nose. And then she threw away something Amanda craved for. At least Betty would cherish it. Will cherish it when she realizes she has his heart.

Amanda smiled bitterly.

"Hey!" protested Becks and Christina. Betty ignored them and marched towards the mirror.

"Oh my God!" she shrieked at her appearance. Wild didn't even begin to describe her. She had an ugly scratch on her cheek and another one going down her neck. Her lip was split and her eyes had a mad glint in them. She tried to flatten her hair.

"Do something Christina!"

"What am I supposed to do?"

"I don't know! You're a creator! Create!"

Becks edged towards the door. He didn't liked being in a company of two hysterical women.

"And where do you think you're going?" Betty narrowed her eyes.

"I was just…"

"Sit down! I'm not letting you out of my sight!"

"But I already promised I won't say anything."

"I don't want you to be tempted," she said, defiantly raising her chin.

Christina brought some disinfectant and started working on Betty's wounds, first taking of her scarf.

"What's this Betty?" Christina asked. Betty rolled her eyes.

"If you failed to notice, that little snake scratched me!" she said sarcastically.

"Snakes don't have nails and I wasn't talking about that." She whirled Betty towards the mirror again. "I was talking about that!"

She pointed at the infamous mark on Betty's neck. Betty's eyes widened comically.

"An allergy!" she blurted.

"Excuse me?"

"It's an allergy."

"On what?"

Why does everybody want to know that?

"On scotch! I drank a lot of scotch on Friday and it appeared on Saturday," she explained quickly, trying to believe it herself.

"There is no such thing as an allergy on scotch," Christina stated dryly.

"It is," Betty insisted.

"It looks more like a hickey to me," Christina said watching her friend closely.

"No."

"Yes," she nodded. She turned to Becks who was curiously listening to their conversation. "Come here and take a look at this!"

"No," Betty protested but Becks was already inspecting her neck.

"It's a hickey," he said smirking.

"No, it isn't!"

"Come on, Betty! Who did this to you, hm? I don't believe it was Henry. You never had a hickey before so I doubt it he gathered the courage on the last day, hm?"

"It's an allergy," Betty gritted through her teeth.

"Betty, we are both reasonable adults here. You can tell me who the horny dog that ravished you was?"

"Christina!" Betty yelled scandalized. Christina grinned and Becks was watching them amused.

"I know it's a hickey. Stop denying it."

"But it isn't. It can't be. I can't remember!"

"What do you mean you can't remember?"

"I told you I had a few scotches after Henry left."

"You were so drunk you can't remember how you got a hickey?"

"For the last time, it's not a hickey!"

"Whatever. And how did you get home?"

"I didn't. Daniel came to get me and brought me to his apartment," she muttered. Christina and Becks's eyes met over her head. Beck wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"So you and Daniel? In his apartment? Alone? And you now have a hickey?" Betty was caught between blushing and glaring at the cheeky man.

"He slept on the couch so stop insinuating those… things."

…and putting dirty thoughts in my head.

"If you say so. But that doesn't mean you couldn't have gotten that hickey anyway."

You mean that time he pushed me up the wall- Stop! That didn't happen remember?

Betty needed them to stop because those incriminating dreams kept coming back to her. And she couldn't have that.

And I have to stop getting so excited by them.

"You are wrong, Becks. And don't you dare spreading some nasty rumours because I'll have your head. I have connections. Now give me the scarf, Christina!"

"Why do you need a scarf if that's not a hickey?"

"Because just like the two of you everybody else will jump to conclusions too. The scarf? I'm already late. Daniel will be looking for me. I'm usually earlier." She put the scarf around her neck and took a deep breath. "Here we go," she muttered.

Christina and Becks looked after Betty as she approached a relieved looking Daniel.

"They really are an odd pair aren't they?" Christina observed.

"What, she in denial and he sexually frustrated by the sight of her neck?"

"Yeah, that and he love-sick and she oblivious."

Becks shook his head.

"Never would have thought Daniel will go after a girl like her, you know? He was always more of a size zero, blonde and not so bright type kind of a guy. Don't know what has gotten into him."

"It's Betty," Christina sighed. "She crawls under everyone's skin. You'll see if you spend some time with her. Every time you try to do something immoral her disappointed face unwillingly swims in front of your eyes. And according to Daniel's reputation he sees her a lot."

"I can see you really know what you're talking about." He winked at her and Christina rolled her eyes.

"Good morning, Daniel!" Betty's voice was way too cheerful.

"Hi, Betty. Good thing you're here. I was beginning to get worried. Could you find me…? Betty! What's that on your cheek? Did something happen? Are you hurt?"

Of course something happened. That lying, cheating... Deep breaths, Betty.

"No, no. Everything is alright. It's just a scratch."

"How did you get it?"

I got into a fight with your ex-fiancée!

"A cat!" she exclaimed nervously.

"A… cat?"

"Yes. Our cat attacked me."

"I didn't know you have a cat?"

We don't. Why would we?

"We just got it."

"Oh. What's its name?"

Sofia Reyes.

"Erm… So…nny. Sonny."

Sonny? Where did you lose all your brain cells, Betty?

"Sonny?"

"Yes. Because it's so bright and warm you know?"

"Okaaaay. I guess I'll see him tonight at dinner," he shrugged.

Betty could hardly control herself. She wanted to burst into tears. But there was no time for that.

"Are you sure you're alright?"

Of course I'm not alright! Where am I supposed to get a cat in eight hours? And prevent you to find out about the fight? And in addition do my job? And, as the next issue is coming, read over your editor's letter (which of course I'm not paid for)?

Smile and nod, Betty! Don't look as panicked as you are!

Author's note: As promised here are the names of those who figured it out that Betty will meet Sofia: Xira34,didi6,Malu Snape Rickman,AndromedaAiken and Cary44.

Congratulations! And all who didn't guess right please don't be discouraged. Maybe you will have more luck next time. If I decide to ask another question. And don't forget to tell me what you thought about their meeting!