A blaring alarm wakes Emma the next morning. She sighs when she realizes she's in her bed, knowing that means Regina really is gone. Lumbering out of bed to start her day, she pulls on jeans and a top then scoops her phone off the bed. She jumps when it starts ringing immediately.

"How'd you know I'd be up?"

"I set your alarms, remember?" Henry's tired voice comes through the phone.

"Okay, better question: why are you up?"

"I wanted to make sure you got out of bed today."

Emma leaves her bedroom and moves into the kitchen to make coffee. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Ma, I know you stayed up all night."

Emma narrows her eyes. "So?"

"So, I just wanted to call in case you were ignoring your alarm."

The coffee machine whines to life, and Emma jabs at the buttons impatiently. "Well, I'm up. Thanks, kid. Your mom up?"

"It's either her or a distracted burglar cleaning the kitchen."

Emma furrows her brow. "Why is she cleaning the kitchen?"

"Cause it's one of the only places left she didn't scrub clean last night."

The coffee finally starts pouring a steady stream, and Emma breathes a sigh of relief, hand on her mug. "I'm going to have to chastise her for drowning her emotions in bleach."

"Ha! Yeah, you do that, Ma."

Once the coffee is finished, Emma takes a sip, scrunching her face from the burn, then sips again anyways. "I've gotta get to work, kid, but thanks for checking on me. Take care of your mom for me. Make sure she doesn't drive herself crazy or something."

"I'm ready for it to be Saturday."

Emma closes her eyes. "Yeah, me too, kid. Have a good day. Say hey to my parents and Neal for me. I love you."

"Love you too, Ma."

The phone clicks. Emma stares at the wallpaper of Henry and Regina for a moment then tucks the device in her pocket. She takes a gulp of coffee before sliding the mug across the counter and leaving the apartment.

At the office, Emma makes quick work of the files that were waiting on the corner of her desk, only one left. She reaches for the file and jumps when her hand lands on her supervisor's thigh. She quickly recoils her hand and looks up at the woman who has taken station near the end of her desk.

"I didn't mean to scare you, Emma," she says in a low voice.

Emma shakes her head and smiles. "It's fine. I was just lost in thought and didn't notice you there. Do you need something?"

"The presentation went well."

"Yeah?" Emma asks, turning in her chair to face the supervisor whose dress Emma suddenly notices is far too tight for the workplace.

The supervisor gazes at Emma. "Can I see you in my office?"

Emma nods. "Yeah, of course. Now?"

The supervisor nods so Emma follows close behind, trying not to take notice of how much the woman swings her hips for Emma. Once Emma steps in the office, the door is shut. And locked she quickly realizes.

Emma takes a step away from the woman. "What is this?"

The supervisor closes the space and touches Emma's arm. "There's an opening. A direct report to me. You'd work in an office rather than out there with everyone else, and you and I would work closely on projects." She squeezes Emma's bicep. "Just like the last project."

Emma puts out an arm and steps back to distance herself. "That sounds like a great opportunity, and I appreciate the consideration, but I don't think that is the right position for me."

The supervisor licks her lips as she eyes Emma. "And what is the right position for you?" She presses into Emma's arm.

"Apparently not here," she responds shaking her head. She moves toward the door but is stopped by a hand on her arm.

"I know you want this."

Emma shakes her head. "You're wrong."

Her supervisor runs her hand across Emma's back. "You turned down your little girlfriend right in front of me. I know you just wanted to turn me on."

Emma turns quickly, knocking the woman's hands off of her. "That had nothing to do with you. Get out of your little fantasy. I don't want the position. I'm fine where I'm at."

"I want you to take that job, Emma. I want you in my office every day when I call for you." She leans forward to whisper in Emma's ear. "And coming for me when I let you."

Emma grimaces and shakes her head. "Back off." She shoves the woman away. "I'm not your office play thing."

The woman pretends to pout. "Oh, but you could be." She advances on Emma again.

Emma pushes her back into a chair. "Don't touch me. Don't speak to me. I will never be stepping foot in this office again."

The woman blows hair out of her face and stands, straightening her clothes. "And how do you expect that to work?"

"Because I quit." Emma tugs on the door, but it's locked. She fiddles with the lock with no luck. She groans and pounds on the door.

The supervisor steps up behind her and flushes her body against Emma's.

Emma jerks back violently. "I said don't touch me." She bangs on the door. "Someone open this goddamn door!"

When she hears a key entering the slot from the outside, she releases the handle. The door quickly swings open, and Emma leaps through the doorway, rushing past the key holder.

The supervisor stares down the other woman until she closes the door.

Emma jabs at the elevator button then decides on the stairs. She bolts down them leaping the last four steps of each level until she bursts through the main level out onto the street.

She takes deep, ragged breaths, and clutches at her chest. "Fuck!" she screams at the tops of her lungs.

Once she catches her breath, she pulls her phone out of her pocket and starts a call. She bites her fingernails until she hears the phone click.

"Emma?"

She sighs when she hears Regina's voice. A tear rolls down her cheek, and she smiles. "Hey, Regina."

"Are you alright?"

"No, not even in the slightest," she chuckles in disbelief of what just happened.

"What happened? How can I help? Do you need me to come back down there? I'm sure I can get a flight."

"I know it's not even close to Saturday, but can I come home tonight?"

Regina sounds like she's about to cry at how weak Emma's voice is. "Yes, of course. I'm buying you a ticket right now. Go straight to the airport."

"Thank you. And Regina?"

"Yes?"

Emma takes a deep breath and looks back at the office building. "You were right. My boss is a skank." She turns and walks down the street back towards her apartment.