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seem to bad. What does that mean?”
    Daniel released a harsh sigh. “It means I'm fucked!”
    “Hey!” Reese snapped. “Watch your language.”
    Daniel grimaced as if to question her nerve. “I don't have time for this.”
    “Yes! You do!” Reese pressed. “Explain yourself.”
    He stood up and placed an oppressive hands on her shoulder. “No. I don't. I don't have time to explain basic economics to someone like you.”
    At that moment, Reese felt everything Maria had said to her about him, come rushing through her head, but she didn't want to believe it. Reese shrugged away from his touch. “What is that supposed to mean?”
    He rolled his eyes. “Don't be stupid.”
    Reese's jaw dropped. She could already feel her lip quivering again and her eyes watering up. “Daniel. I think you're stressing yourself out and you just need to calm down.” She said in an even tone.
    “Jesus, Reese. Don't tell me what to do.”
    She shook her head in disbelief. “I wasn't...” Then she trailed off as he stood up and headed for the bedroom door with his brief case in hand. “Wait!” She called as she jumped off the bed. “Where are you going?!” She demanded.
    “I already told you!”
    “What do you want me to do?”
    “I don't know! I've got billions of dollars on the line as we speak. I cannot deal with this right now.”
    “What is this?” Reese wrapped her thin fingers around his wrist in an attempt to stop him. “This is me you're talking to. No one treats me like this. Over money of all things.” She spat.
    Daniel ripped his hand away from hers. “This is my job!”
    “It's money! Who cares? No one is dying!”
    Daniel sneered at her. “You have absolutely no respect for what I do.”
    Reese bit her lip. “And you have no respect for me.”
    “This isn't about you.”
    “No. This is about you right?” Reese countered. “This is about your job. The only thing that matters to you.”
    “Well, I'm sorry if I'm ambitious and not a waitress at Per Se.” He snapped.
    “I'm a research assistant!” She cried.
    Daniel just shook his head and continued out of the bedroom.
    “Wait! What do you want me to do?” She demanded.
    Daniel whipped his body around. “I have more important concerns that what you do!” He roared.
    “YOU DISGUST ME!” Reese cried after him just before he slammed the door behind him.

Chapter 8
    Reese took short quick breaths of the frosty air. It was well into the night by then and buckets of tears had already dried on her cheeks and yet her abdomen shook with the promise of even more tears. She couldn't believe what had just happened. As she sludged through the streets of  the upper east side of Manhattan she tried to wrap her brain around how she had just been treated, but just couldn't comprehend any of it. It was as if work made him a completely different person. The image of his eyes, which were always so serene fierce and red hot with rage made her nauseous. She could have lived a thousand years without ever seeing this side of him. After standing in front of the subway entrance for thirty minutes, she was finally able to bring herself to descend the stairs and board the train home.
    Once the train reached West 4 th , she stepped out onto the platform and followed the small crowd of working people just like her. But when they reached the stairs, she found she couldn't go on. She rested her back against the tile of the wall next to her and slowly sank to the ground, not caring who had been there, or peed there before. Just as her bum hit the cool pavement, a fresh wave of tears hit. She wrapped her arms around her abdomen and dug her nails into the back of her shirt as heaves of grief flowed out of her, because for a second she actually believed that she meant something to him; that she meant something to anyone. But, once again, she was losing to the luster of money. Her face didn't matter, nor did her frizzy hair or her ideas... or her heart. “No.” She thought, “My