Hi Everyone! Sorry for the delay in getting a new chapter up. I suddenly found myself up for a promotion at work and all my free time became dedicated to that. But, I got the promotion and now I'm back. I hope to keep the chapters coming!

Chapter 4

"Douchebag. Asshole. Fuck you and fuck your stupid cartoon." Helena muttered to herself while putting on the last disc of Season 1 of "Mad Men". In this moment, she understood what it was like to be Betty Draper and have to deal with a lying, cheating, jackass of a man.

It had been 24 hours after the debacle at Seth MacFarlane's office. Helena put her phone on silent and had spent the last day eating, sleeping, and plotting revenge on the biggest Hollywood douchebag she had ever met. Sometimes a girl just needed a day to remove herself from the world. While the DVD player warmed up, Helena decided a shower was in order and then she should probably check her phone, before Maxwell sent the police over for a welfare check.

As she stepped into her shower, Helena weighed her options. She had a mountain of scripts to read through and plenty of options. What Helena really wanted was a vacation; a week away in some warm, sunny beach with an endless supply of sun, alcohol, and men would cure all her ills. Despite trying, Helena still couldn't get her mind past MacFarlane. She had never treated a director like that or any person for that matter. What was it about him that sent her past the edge?

Turning off the water, Helena toweled off and put on a robe. She picked up her phone and saw she had 105 missed texts and 27 missed calls. Most of them were from Maxwell, so she called him first. In typical agent fashion, Maxwell picked up the phone in a collected state, but that soon dissolved to panic.

"Helena! Where the hell have you been? What the hell happened?"

Helena sighed. She went into all the details.

Maxwell listened empathetically before interrupting, "We've got a real problem here. Someone from TMZ saw you storm out of Seth's office and now are totally speculating about why. The most popular rumor is that you two have been secretly dating and you walked in on him banging some fan girl in his office."

Helena laughed. It was the first time she felt anything but disgusted and anger in 24 hours. "Max, that is the dumbest thing ever. I would never touch him. Lord knows what I would catch."

"Hey, knock off that talk. I don't need you fueling any rumors. I'll handle the blogs. So, did you read the new scripts I sent over?" Shop talk took over the conversation for a few minutes before Maxwell had to leave for a meeting. After hanging up, Helena went through the rest of her texts, most of which were from Jill, who had heard the rumors and was dying to know what was going on. Helena sent her a quick text promising to meet her for dinner that night. After clearing out the rest of the texts, it was the last text on her phone that caught her eye.

"Helena. Please call me. I feel I have some explaining and apologizing to do."

She didn't recognize the number, but she had a wicked feeling who it was. Seriously, the nerve on this guy, she thought. Helena decided not to respond back yet. Instead, she grabbed her MacBook and started looking up possible vacation spots for her getaway.

A few hours later, Helena had booked a flight and hotel room in Hawaii for a week-long trip leaving in three days. She didn't have any engagements for the next two weeks and now was the perfect time to go. She just needed to get out of this town and get out of herself for a while. Remembering her previous dinner date with Jill, she threw her hair into a casual but chic ponytail. Glancing at her massive closet, she selected an Alexander Wu sundress and a pair of strappy Chanel wedges. Looking the part of the effortlessly chic young actress, she grabbed her car keys and made her way to the restaurant.

"Are you fucking kidding me? That asshole. I would have kicked him in the balls." Jill blurted out. The two had just finished their appetizers at Red Room, the new restaurant just opened by some winner of Top Chef. Helena laughed at her friend's response. She had spent the last hour re-telling the tale of a certain pompous asshole named Seth MacFarlane. Jill was doing a fabulous job cheering her up.

"So, what are you going to do? " Jill asked.

"Well, I booked me a vacation to Hawaii. I leave in three days."

"What? When did you do that? Are you going by yourself?"

"Yep, I booked it just this afternoon." Helena answered gleefully.

"Wait? By yourself?" Jill asked, flabbergasted.

"Yeah, I've done it before. It's nice to get away and spend some time by yourself. A little yoga, read some books, make out with a random stranger on the beach. It'll be great. Don't worry; I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself."

"Okay, I trust you. But be safe, OK?"

"Trust me, it's a five star resort that has several celebrities as guests. Top-notch security. I'll be fine. I just need to get away from this whole MacDouchebag thing. This will really help."

Jill smiled empathetically. Their entrees arrived and the two dug in.