*I am not affiliated with NBC or James E. Reilly. I am simply borrowing the characters.
C H A P T E R E I G H T
"Wow." Whitney said aloud. "That was intense." She couldn't believe that Theresa and Fox would ever snap at each other like they had earlier. Whitney listened carefully. The only sound she heard was the ticking of her clock above the mirror. Maybe they worked things out, Whitney hoped silently.
Ring Ring. The sound of Whitney's cell chapped her attentions onto the hopes of the call being from her fiancé. Whitney took one look at her caller ID. It's my honey. Whitney thought smiling to herself. "Hey, baby!" She answered cheerfully. "When are you coming home?"
"Hey, Whitney." Chad sounded troubled. Whitney felt like a pit had dropped into her stomach.
"What is it, Chad? What's wrong?" Whitney asked knowing that what he would tell her was something she would not like to hear.
"I'm sorry, Whit, but I called because I'm afraid I'm going to end up working late here at the studio."
Whitney sighed. "Again?" She asked in disbelief.
"I'm sorry, but the answer is unfortunately, yes."
"I presume you'll be with Syd?" Whitney said gritting her teeth.
Chad noticed the edginess of Whitney's voice. He exhaled slowly. "Uh-yeah. She wants to work on a new song." He explained.
"Right." Whitney said. A new song my ass. She thought spitefully.
"I'm really sorry." Chad repeated.
"Yeah. I know you are baby. I just wish you were around more often. To tell you the truth, I feel like I spend more time with Fox than I do with you. Most of your time is spent with Syd."
"Don't be like that, Whitney." Chad pleaded.
"I can't help it, Chad."
"Well, I can't help it when duty calls."
Yeah well "duty" calls every night. Whitney thought angrily.
"Whit, you still there?" Chad asked.
"I'm here. Chad, I know your job is important to you, and I've told you time and time again that I support you one-hundred percent."
"But." Chad offered.
"But," Whitney began, "I'm afraid your job is putting a strain on our relationship."
"I can't tell you how many times I've wished we could spend more time with each other. Unfortunately, baby, the music biz is very demanding."
"I know." Whitney said disappointed.
"Whitney, I believe that our love is strong enough to overcome that small issue."
"It's not that small, Chad. Ever since we got to L.A. we've never gotten the chance to really be alone."
"Whitney, instead of complaining about how less time we've got to spend with each other, let's make the most of them."
"Yeah, you're right. We shouldn't be concentrating on the negative aspects of our relationship."
"I'll make this up to you Whitney. I promise." Chad said.
"Cross your heart and hope to die?" Whitney asked.
"Stick a needle through my eye." Chad finished. "I love you Whitney."
"I love you too Chad. I'll talk to you later then."
"Bye."
"Bye." Whitney said softly.
Once Whitney hung up she looked at her reflection in the mirror. A frown was plastered across her face. I really hate that Chad is always working late. What's more unnerving Is that he is always alone with Syd. Whitney hit her pillow. She punched it again and found that it made her feel better. I know, Whitney thought. I'll just drop by the studio. Maybe I'll bring Chad a little something to eat. Whitney hurried to change her clothes. Besides, I'll be in the music biz too. I might as well learn all that I can.
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