It was the morning after the night before, Connie was trying to delay going down to breakfast as long as she possibly could, and she doubted that she would even be able to look at Michael after her actions the night before, not that she regretted them or that she was ashamed of the way she behaved as in her eyes all she did was a simple act of self defence. Deciding it was pointless putting off the inevitable she got on some clothes, made herself look at least half presentable and went downstairs to the dining room to join the rest of her colleagues. She was greeted with a nervous smile from Elliot, an icy glare from Michael and a smirk what was threatening to become a laugh from Ric. "Morning" she was monotonous, looking at all three of the men before her once again, "I know what you're thinking, yes I threw larger over Mr 'I think I'm Sexy' Spence over there and if I had the opportunity I would do it again, and again and again. So Elliot, no I don't regret my actions and Ric, this doesn't make you any more popular with me. Capiche?" she looked at them, Elliot looked sheepishly up at her, only to be met with an icy glare when he opened his mouth "You certainly don't seem as you've lost that control you were after yesterday... you seem to have regained it."
All of a sudden she felt like she did at school, alone. Ric, a person she thought she could trust was ganging up on her with the man she considered her best friend. This was a role reversal; the games were being played on her rather than by her the queen on the hospital board was being attacked by the pawns in her game, usually they were on the same side but for a change they decided to play for the opposition. "Kannie..." This moment was truly the moment Connie Beauchamp lost her control, "Michael, my name is not Kannie it is in fact Connie. It has a C and an O at the start not a K and an A like you have so regularly mistaken. So if you can't even manage to pronounce my name correctly, don't bother talking to me at all," she turned on her heals and headed for the hotel doors, she had to get out of there away from them so she did. She made haste to the main entrance, walking away from the competition. She almost managed her clean escape when she heard him call her name; she froze in her movement, turning to look at him. "I trusted you Ric... I bloody well trusted you and you go and throw it back at me. I was looking forward to this, us, Paris... Tonight I was going to make the most magical night of my life, I was going to let myself fall in love again and now... now all I want to do is go home... Just leave it Ric. I won't be at any meetings today I just... I need time."
That was the day Connie planned on folding, throwing her cards on the table and giving up, yet after one look from Ric, a worried look that she'd only ever seen twice before, she didn't know if she would. She was torn, her head was telling her to walk away from Ric, from her job start fresh somewhere else, take up the offer she had from London but her heart was telling her to trust Ric, keep fighting because this job was only a game and she was good at winning games, but she couldn't keep playing her life as a game because eventually you would loose. All life was, was a game of Snakes and Ladders, sometimes you struck it lucky and went up in the world but then by throwing the wrong number on the dice your world could come crashing down and you could be right back at the beginning. She didn't know which of those just occurred.