To be rich and almighty!
Henry was gone. Gone. Went to Tuscon. To his pregnant girlfriend. To his unborn child. Gone.
And Betty was left home heartbroken. At the airport actually. And her heart was not really broken. I mean, how can you break a heart? You would bleed to death wouldn't you now? If you could even break a heart since it is soft and slippery and…er… Never mind. I'm off track here…
So what does a man, or a woman in this case, do when one is heartbroken? Metaphorically of course.
What did Hilda do when Santos left her alone with a baby?
She got drunk. Well, this was an option but Betty preferred some less painful one.
What did daddy do when mum died?
He… got drunk too. The first and the last time Betty saw him drunk. But unlike to Hilda it did seem to help him.
And what did Christina…?
Oh, Christina just takes any excuse to get drunk! Not that Betty didn't love her anyway.
And what did Daniel do when Sofia broke his heart and left him for Hunter?
Oh, that's right! He got so drunk Betty had to drag him out of the bar and let him sleep in her bed. And the next day she was doing his and her job while he threw up in four rooms of her house!
That sadly happened often. Not him being at her house but her doing his job!
When she first came to work at Mode she had great expectations. She expected to get important assignments and meet famous people but instead she became a babysitter to her own boss. When she started working for him he was new and even more inexperienced than she was. Before he became an editor 'n chief Daniel Meade hadn't worked a single day of his life. Betty was not much better with experiences. Except for that job in the cat hospital.
Yes, their beginning was rough but with time they became an inseparable team. They were friends and despite all his weak points she loved him and came running every time he got himself in trouble. And that was not seldom.
But let's face it she still does half of his job. Plus her own.
So alcohol seemed to be a unique medicine for all those people or at least they couldn't think about their broken hearts when their heads were trying to kill them.
Why couldn't it help Betty?
She had a nice little bar on her mind. The one Daniel liked so much. The music was depressing, the lights were soft and a nice considerate waiter even called one's friends if one got too drunk to get home himself. Not that Betty had any intention of doing that. She will just relax a little. Forget for a moment.
There was still an option of doing what Daniel did when Sofia humiliated him but Betty didn't dwell on this one very long. She was after all only an assistant. She couldn't afford to stay in her room for two weeks and pretend to be in Brazil. Or actually go to Brazil.
Oh to be rich and almighty!
Daniel was woken up by happy tune of his cell phone. The numbers on his digital clock told him it was nearing three in the morning.
What the hell!
He scowled in the dark and unwillingly got out of his warm bed that was surprisingly devoid of unknown females this night.
Daniel swore he will kill the caller if this is some prank of theirs. He hoped for their sake that their house was at least on fire or they'll never survive the night. Or day, actually. He had no wish to be awake longer than necessary. The killing rampage can wait till morning.
The caller ID surprised him. Betty. He immediately felt guilty about his traitorous mind.
How many times was it she had to get up in the middle of the night for him?
But what could she possibly need at this time of night? She couldn't very well be drunk and in need of a ride could she? That was his thing to do.