Back to the office

You've driven for about five minutes when your phone rings. You answer without looking at it and hear Vanessa's voice screaming at you.

"How could you fuck Brooke? How could you? Right outside the bathroom, fucking her right against the door. How could you do that to me?"

"You don't own me Vanessa. I made you no promise of fidelity."

"Fuck you John! How could you do that to me, how could you?" Her screaming breaks down into sobs. "How could you fuck her...how could you...how could you?" You end the call, cutting off her grief and concentrating on your driving.

You park underground and take the elevator up to your floor, striding to your office and checking your watch to find it a few minutes after two.

Jim Gavin is waiting for you. As he sees you he pointedly checks his watch and raises a questioning eyebrow.