She wakes up in the middle of the night, only to realize that she's not alone. She opens her eyes to look at the man in her bed. She sits up, and runs her fingers through her hair. She studies the clock on her bedside stand. She crawls out of bed, and slips into the bathroom. She quickly bathes, and gets dressed. She quietly slips her shoes on, and attempts to leave without waking him.
"Where are you going so early?"
"Go back to sleep," she answers.
"Wilhelmina where are you going? It's five o'clock in the morning."
"I've got work to do."
"It's Saturday," he reminds her.
"My work is never done."
"I don't believe you."
"What's not to believe?"
"You're running."
"Running from what?"
"From this, from me."
"Don't be absurd."
"I don't think I am."
"Last night was amazing," she admits.
"I should go. This was obviously a mistake," he begins to gather his clothing.
"Jason..."
"I'll see you at work."
She doesn't argue.
He stops in the doorway, and turns around. He gives her a kiss on the forehead. She tenses up.
"Call me when you get over whoever you're hung up on," he tells her.
He stares at the bottom of the bottle. He sits it on the table as the phone rings.
"Hello?"
"Where are you?" a familiar voice asks him.
"Betty what time is it?"
"Daniel it's ten o'clock. Where are you? The meeting started half an hour ago."
"Can you take care of it?"
"I already am," she admits.
"I'll be there soon," he answers.
"Ok," she agrees, hanging up.
He finishes the bottle, and brushes his teeth. He grabs a handful of mints, and heads out the door. When he steps into his office he finds Betty, Claire, Amanda, and Marc waiting on him.
"What is this? Why are you all in here?"
"You've been drinking," Claire accuses.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Daniel, don't lie to us," Betty begs.
"What is this supposed to be? An intervention? Guys I'm fine."
"Really? I don't think that you are. Betty and I have been making every decision here for the past few months."
"I'll do better."
"No, you'll get better, first," Claire insists.
"I'm fine. I don't have a drinking problem."
"It's genetic you know," Claire reminds him.
"I'm fine."
Amanda steps forward, "Daniel the last few months I've watched you nearly ruin this company. I know that you're going through some personal issues, but it doesn't make it ok to run the company into the ground. It's time to grow up."
"What is it that you guys want from me?"
"We want you to get better," Betty answers.
"How?"
"Rehab," Marc replies.
"Fine, if that's what everyone wants, that's what I'll do."
"Good then we're all in agreement. I've spoken to a treatment facility, and they're expecting you," Claire announces.
"Who is going to run the company while I'm gone?"
"The same people who have been running it for the last three months," Marc answers.
She sits in a leather chair, silently. He waits for her to speak, but she just stares at him.
"There must be something on your mind for you to be here," he prompts.
"I thought that this is what I wanted."
"Is it?"
"I've only been here a month."
"Are you homesick?"
"I just don't want this job. Mode is my home."
"What is this really about?"
"I hate this, I hate feeling powerless."
"Why do you feel powerless?"
"I'm not in control."
"Why does that bother you?"
"I have to be in control."
"You can't control what your heart wants."
She shoots him a look, but he ignores her.
"Have you tried going out? Dating?"
"I tried."
"But?"
"I just want to move on."
"So why don't you?"
"I tried. I thought that it would be easy."
"It wasn't?"
"I almost called him by the wrong name."
"While you were on a date?"
"While we were having sex."
"I see. Does that bother you?"
"The sex was great, but I was thinking about someone else the whole time."
"Why don't you ever say his name?"
"I hate him," she answers.
"You spend a lot of time thinking about someone that you hate," he points out.
"You're never going to understand."
"You have a love-hate relationship with him, that's why you're so conflicted."
"No. I hate him, that's why..."
"Why what?"
"I don't have feelings for him."
"Who are you trying to convince here? Me, or you?"
"I already know that I hate him. Thinking about him makes me nauseous."
"It's ok to have feelings."
"Not for him."
"Do you have feelings for him?"
"No."
"So then why are you here? If you don't have feelings for Daniel? If you aren't hung up on him, then why are you here? Why can't you move on? Why can't you have sex with someone else without thinking about him?"
"I'm not going to go over this again. The only feeling I have toward Daniel is hatred."
"You know hatred is a feeling of passion."
She gets out of her chair, and storms out of his office.