Wilhelmina sits at her desk chewing on a pen cap when Marc enters the room.

"Are you eating plastic now? Is there a new diet I don't know about?"

She looks up from what she's working on. She lays the pen on the desk, and then asks, "What do you want?"

"Are you doing ok?"

"Marc stop asking if I'm ok. I'm fine."

"You never really told me much about your time..."

"There's not much to tell."

"Did you meet anyone?"

"Nope."

"You didn't have any steamy rendevous?"

"Nope."

"Nothing exciting happened?"

"Not while I was there."

"What about since you've gotten back? What's new with you?"

"You don't want to know."

"Wow, you are really sour this morning."

"That's because I only got an hour and a half of sleep last night."

"Someone at home keeping you up?"

"Marc for the last time, no."

"You're not over Daniel are you?"

"That's not what's keeping me up at night."

"So what is?"

"Nothing," she shakes her head.

"Fine, don't tell me."

Wilhelmina's cell phone rings, "Wilhelmina Slater," she answers.

Marc listens to what she says very carefully, "When? Next week? You're sure? Right. I understand. Uh huh. Yes I'll be in after work. Thanks Kate. Bye," she hangs up.

"Do you have a date after work?"

"I'd hardly call it a date."

"With Kate?"

"No," she shakes her head.

"Why are you being so secretive?"

"I'm not."

"Usually you're only secretive when you're planning something."

"I'm not planning anything."

"So why won't you tell me what that phone call was about?"

"Marc don't you have some work to do?"

"That's why I came in here, actually."

"Ok."

"I can't work for her anymore."

"For who?"

"Betty. You've got to fire her. She's so bossy."

"Probably because she's your boss."

"But she isn't qualified."

"She's proven herself."

"What about me? Haven't I proven myself?"

"Yes, which is why I promoted you to senior fashion editor."

"But that still makes her my boss."

"Marc I am not going to fire Betty."

"It's happened."

"What's happened?"

"You've gone soft. You've actually begun to care about people's feelings. You like Betty Suarez."

She slaps Marc across the face, "Don't be ridiculous."

"Glad to see you're back," he smiles.

"I'm not going to fire Betty, because she has done a surprisingly good job."

"Where are you going to be when Daniel comes back? He'll probably de-mote you."

"I don't think Daniel is coming back."

"Since when? Wait, where did you hear that?"

"That's what Claire told me."

"Since when do you talk to Claire?"

"That's not important."

"So he's not coming back?"

"I don't think so."

"But if he does? Where will you be?"

"I will still be Editor in Chief."

"What will Daniel be?"

"I don't know, I don't care."

"Are you sick?"

"Why would you ask that?" she furrows her brow.

"Because you're just not yourself. And I heard your phone call the other day."

"What phone call?"

"To a doctor discussing treatment options."

"It's not what you think."

"It's not?"

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I am perfectly fine."

"Why do I get the feeling that there is something you're not telling me?"

"Because there is, but if you'll excuse me I have a meeting I've got to get to."

"Ok," he watches her leave.

He watches her get onto the elevator, and then returns to her office. He sits down at her desk, and rifles through her papers. He finds nothing incriminating so he turns to her computer. He looks at the files on the desktop, but nothing jumps out. He notices that her USB drive is connected to the computer. He clicks on the icon, and scrutinizes the folders. Most are entitled work, or are most definitely work related. He clicks on the fold that is simply labeled Chance. He clicks on the folder and a slideshow starts. The first slide is white with a blue border, and blue writing. He carefully reads the slide that says, Chance-9/10/10. Just as he finishes it flashes to the next slide. He sits in front of her computer completely entranced as a series of baby pictures flashes across her screen. His finger hovers over the escape button when a picture of Wilhelmina pops up on the screen. In the picture she's sitting in a rocking chair, holding the baby. Without a second thought he exits the slide-show. He clicks out of the windows that he's in, and vacates Wilhelmina's seat. He leaves the office feeling utterly confused.