"There is no other woman, Greenlee," Tad said.

"And I should believe you...why?" Greenlee asked him, practically in tears.

"You're getting all worked up for no reason. I swear to you, there's nobody else."

"The why the secretism, huh? The lies?"

"I'll tell you the truth," Tad said. "I don't know why Jake is keeping this to himself." Tad was telling the truth, Jake had so many people that would give anything to help him, but he still hid his problem. "Please believe that," Tad begged her.

"I'm sorry," Greenlee said. "I don't mean to take this out on you. It's just that it's so..."

"Frustrating. I know. tell him this. Tell Jake how you feel."

"I have, so many times."

"Tell him again. He loves you, Greenlee. Sooner or later he's going to open up to you."

"I hope you're right."

"I do too," Tad thought. "Hey, trust me," he told her.

"Is everything going to be OK?"

"I'm sure it will be." Greenlee wrapped her arms around him.

"Thank you, Tad."

"That's why I'm here." Tad smiled. "Human Kleenex. There's nothing better than that."

Greenlee looked up at him and wiped her eyes. "I should get going," she said. "I'll let you get back to your cookies." Tad gave Greenlee a look as if to ask her how she knew what he was doing. "The flour on your shirt. It's a dead give away." She patted him on the shoulder. "See you later."

"Anytime," Tad said. "You know where to find me."

"Hopefully not in a house that you've burnt to the ground."

"Funny," Tad said, pointing his finger at her. "Very funny. Just for that one, I'll make sure to save you a chocolate chip."

"I'll bring the milk."

"It's a date," Tad paused. "Better not call it that, don't want to ruffle Jake's feathers."

"Well, what else would you call getting together for... cookies and milk?"

"Kindergarten."

Greenlee smiled and shook her head. "Goodbye, Tad."



"Name it?" David asked. "You're serious about this." Jake didn't answer. "Hmm," David said, taping his temple with his finger. "I think you know what I want, Doc."

Jake thought for a moment and then nodded his head. "Reinstatement," he said. "Done, fine."

"It's not quite that simple," David said. Jake looked at him curiously. "You've got part of it right. Reinstatement is a start."

"What else?"

"What else." David turned an smiled. "How about, in addition to my reinstatement at PVH, you take any of the grievances you put on my record, off my record." Jake nodded. "And... you won't file any further grievances on me."

"Sounds fair. Reinstatement with a clean record. Dea..."

"Not quite," David interrupted him. "I still have one more condition."

"And that is?"

"Well, it's quite simple actually. Your job."

"Excuse me?" Jake asked.

"I want what you have," David explained. "I want you to resign as chief of staff and give your job to me." Jake's eyes widened. "But don't jump to any conclusions now. I'll give you some time to consider my offer...of course."

"Of course."

"The way I see it though," David said. "You don't have much of a choice."

"No, I guess I don't," Jake said. "I don't need to take anymore time to think about it. My life is on the line here, David." Jake walked closer to David until they stood face to face. "I can give you my decision right now."