He tries not to look at her. Her takes a deep breath and pulls back the covers.
"Where are you going?" she asks.
"I thought that you were asleep."
"You think a lot of things."
He rolls over and looks at her, "Tell me what I think."
"You think that I don't care what you think."
"Maybe," he shrugs.
She rolls over to look at him, "I'm sure I'm going to hate myself for asking, but what's bothering you?"
"Betty knows."
"Knows what?"
"About us?"
"What about us?"
"She saw us the other night in my office."
"I'll take care of it."
"No, it's ok. She won't tell anyone."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah," he nods, "I should probably get going."
"Ok," she answers numbly.
He pulls on his boxers, but hesitates on the edge of the bed. She lays in the bed with her back to him.
"Are you going or not?" she asks coldly.
He crawls back into the bed. He stops with his lips centimeters from her ear. "You know what I think. Why don't you ever let me know what you think?"
She rolls over and looks at him. "What I think doesn't matter."
"According to who?"
"You should go," she answers.
"Do you want me to go?"
"Just sex," she reminds him, "It's just sex," she rationalizes.
"I'll go, but if only you want me to."
"I'm not going to stop you," she answers.
"I know that you won't stop me. What I want to know is if you want me to go."
"Do whatever you want Daniel."
He lays down beside her. He wraps his arm around her. "You should go to sleep," he tells her. Thinking to himself, I just want you.
When she wakes up he's gone. She finds a note on her bedside stand. W, went home. Had to shower and change before work. D. She crumples the note into a ball and tosses it across the room haphazardly.
Marc is waiting on Betty in the hallway when she leaves her apartment.
"Where is Amanda?"
"She went for a doughnut before work."
"Marc I know something juicy."
He cuts her off, "Spill."
"I don't know if I should tell anyone," she answers as they head down the hall.
"Tell me, just me."
"If I tell you, you will tell everyone."
"No I won't. I swear," he smiles giddily.
"No one can find out, or she'll kill me."
"I've got to know. Please tell me."
"I just don't know how I feel about it. The whole thought just creeps me out."
"Please share. I need to know."
"You're not going to like it, or maybe you will."
"Just tell me. The anticipation is killing me."
"I shouldn't tell you."
"Who is it about?" he questions as they make their descent from the stairs.
"Daniel."
"Oh, then you don't have to tell me."
"And Wilhelmina."
"What about them? Wait is this about them separately or... I'm confused."
"They're having sex."
"With who?"
"Each other," Betty clarifies.
"Dan... with," Marc pulls out his inhaler and takes a puff. He offers it to Betty.
"I haven't told you the worst part yet."
"What part?"
"I think that Daniel is falling for him."
"That's so sad."
"Why is that sad?"
"Because she'll eat him alive," Marc answers.
"I know."
"I can't believe that she'd stoop to his level. I mean I know that the woman has needs, but she could certainly find someone one more suitable to meet them."
"Why are we getting so upset? It's nothing. They are two adults and they can handle their own choices."
"Betty, Daniel can't handle his own mother."
"True," she nods.
"And this has to end at some point. Willie gets bored easily," Marc admits.
"It will end badly."
"So badly," he agrees.
"It will probably rip the company apart," she adds.
"And everyone will have to pick sides."
"I'm thinking about switching sides," Betty admits.
"What? You're going to come over to the dark side? As much as I love that you're considering it, I have to ask why."
"Wilhelmina always wins."
"That's why you're switching sides?"
"And I'm sick of playing along with Daniel's stupid games."
"And?"
"Wilhelmina deserves to be on top."
"Ladies and Gentlemen I'd like to welcome Betty Suarez to team Slater."
"I have no choice. She's more qualified."
"And?"
"Sometimes you have to play dirty to get what you want."
"My question is, what does she want?"
"Control?"
"She's already got that."
"The company," Betty suggests.
"Pretty much already hers."
"To win?"
"Done," Marc answers.
"To crush Daniel?"
"Doubtful. She's got to be getting tired of doing that by now."
"Maybe it's just sex," Betty suggests.
"I never thought of that."