When Kate's alarm finally goes off it's 6.45 AM, I haven't slept at all since Sawyer woke me. The tears stopped eventually, but the frustation with Christian hasn't. Kate begins to stir and reaches her arm over to to put a stop to the noise coming from the alarm. She doesn't open her eyes, just lay there obviously annoyed that it's already morning. I slowly get up, trying not to disturb Kate, but she notices anyway.

'Hey, where are you going?' She asks groggingly

'I thought I would make you some breakfast, just stay here' I really wanted to take care of Kate, maybe because I was feeling bad about not telling her about Blip yesterday and thereby lying to her, maybe it was because my motherly instinct was taking over or maybe just because I wanted to take care of my best friend. I was really looking forward for us to officially be sisters. I was so happy for her.

I make my way to the kitchen and take a look in the refrigiator. I guess I'm making french toast. When I'm finally done Kate decides to join me in the kitchen. I hand her a cup of coffee to deal with whatever hangover she might be having.

'Thanks. I could easily get used to this' she smiles gratefully. Even though she must have had a rough night she still accomplish to look decent and not at all hangover-ish.

'Anytime'.. 'hey can I borrow some clothe, I'm going to work and I don't feel like walking all the way home first'

'Sure, take anything you want' I insightly sigh of relief. I really didn't feel like talking about what happened with Christian yesterday to Kate. I know she would suppport me, but I really think that this is something that needs to be handled between Christian and I and if I know Kate, she would go all out on him for upsetting me. She is not so understanding towards Christian's controlling ways.
We finish our french toast and we both move towards Kate closet. Hmm, does Kate even own anything that would be suitable for work but not skin tight so that my almost visible baby bump would be showing?

I decide on a burgundy colored shift dress with a thin black belt and my black pumps and stockings from yesterday. The dress isn't extremely tight on me and I think it'll work. I put my hair up in a ponytail and finish up with some borrowed mascara.

After a nice and girlie morning with Kate, she decides to drive me to work.

'Hey Ana' she says just as I'm getting out of the car. 'thanks for last night, it was a succes that definitely needs to be repeated sometime soon..'

'definitely'

'So I guess I'll see you on thanksgiving if not before. Go get'em!' I can't help but smile and neither can she.

'Bye Kate' I close the car door and she drives off.

When I get inside I pass the reception and meet Hannah at her desk outside my office.

'Hi Hannah'

'Goodmorning Ana, would you like a cup of tea?'

'That would be great'

'Coming right up. The papers you wanted me to look over are at your desk. Is there anything else?'

'Nope, thank you Hannah'.. 'ugh wait.. you wouldn't happen to have a blackberry charger with you?' I guess it would be a good idea to get that done with to not miss any further calls and such.

'Actually I do' She opens one of her drawers and hands me her charger. 'here you go'

'thanks again Hannah'

I enter my office and get settled. I get my phone charged and 21 missed calls and 7 messages immediately pops up on my screen. Wow, that's a lot, I hope not all of them is from Christian.
They aren't, some of the calls and messages are from my mom, Sawyer and one of my signed authors. In all there's 14 missed calls from Christian and 4 messages. He must have been really worried, but why does he always do this?!

Just then your love is king starts to play. Ugh I really don't feel like talking to Christian right now. I now that with everything that has been going on I might say some things that I'll regret later and he could as well. So I decide to ignore it. I hope Christian will take the hint that I can't deal with this right now. We need to be face to face and the work hours just isn't an ideal time to discuss this kind of thing.

When it's finally time to go home it's 6 PM and I'm exhausted and I'm really not feeling like going home to an angry Christian. I really don't like fighting with him, but I guess sometimes it's just unavoidable. My mom told me to pick my fights and I think that it's best that I let Christian know how I feel when he reacts this way. He might as well learn it now rather than later. Am I being unreasonable here?
I think that Christian got the hint that I didn't want to talk to him this morning, because he hasn't tried to call one single time since.
When I get outside a big black SUV is parked on the other side of the street. I'm taking a wild guess here, but I'm positive that it's Christian or one of the security guards. Even though the windows are tinted I stare right at the spot where the driver should be, making him, whoever he is, aware that I know that he's there but that I'm not going to go to the car. Even though I'm exhausted and my feet are beginning to kill me after walking around in heels all day and the fact that's it's kind of cold I turn around a start to walk in the direction I know Escala is located at. I walk in a some what fast pace but it isn't long till I hear my name being called in the distance.

'Ana! Ana! ANA!' The car slows down on the street beside the sidewalk I'm walking on. The backseat window rolls down and there sits Christian in his usual CEO suit, he looks his ususal god-like self, but he has a stern look on his face with a hint of panick.

'What?!' Is he seriously stalking me on a public street. Does he really wonna do this here?

'Where the fuck are you going!?'

'I'm walking home, what does it look like?'

'but why? Are you still mad? Don't be childish Ana' My patience is slowly running out. Is he serious? Once again he acts like I'm the child and he has the nerve to asks me if I'm mad? I abrutly stop and the SUV, which is driven by Taylor I suspect, stops as well. I walk towards the window where Christian is sitting.

'Am I acting childish Christian?! Really!? Yea I'm still mad. Fucking pissed actually! I'm walking home, there's nothing you can do about it. I would appreciate it if you would let me be and just go home. I'll get myself home.' I walk away from Christian's stunned face. I'm slightly aware of a few people on the sidewalk looking our way, but I don't care at this point. I'm sure I'll get hell from him when I get home. I'm probably not the only one in a mood and me yelling at Christian in public is surely not something Christian appreciates. But if he can harass me when I'm supposed to have a night off to myself, I'm allowed to give him a piece of my mind.

After a long but most needed walk home, I'm finally in the elevator at Escala. On my way up I'm preparing myself for a furious Christian, but when I get to the lobby I'm met by the sound of a piano. Christian playing the piano.