I woke up to the bright sunlight filtering in through the curtains. I groaned and raised my hand, shielding my eyes from the disturbance. Finally, I decided that it was pointless and sat up. A rush of cold as the blanket fell off my shoulders alerted me to the fact that I was in only my underwear. I gasped, both from the cold and the fact I was almost-naked in...Wait, I thought, Where am I? I looked around and saw my desk, the familiar white forest wallpaper, and the black furniture. Why am I in my office...in my underwear? I thought. Then the events of the night before came rushing to me all at once: Archie, the call, the storm, Emma...
I looked around frantically. Where was Emma? I saw my dress on the floor. Wrapping the blanket around me, I went to go inspect it: the dress was soaked. Figured. What was I going to wear?
Then I spotted something draped over my desk chair. When I went to investigate, I saw a pair of black slacks and one of my blue dress shirts. On top was a note.
Regina,
I figure your dress will probably still be wet after last night, so here's a change of clothes. I found the pants in one of your drawers (you might want to put a lock on a few of those, by the way). I've been meaning to give you back this shirt for a while now, actually: it's the one Henry gave to me to borrow the day David woke up. I found it in my closet about a month ago. I put it in my car to give to you, but I always seemed to forget about it until I got home. I guess it's a good thing I had it, though.
I'm sorry I had to leave, but I figured that it would probably be better for you if we weren't seen leaving your office together. I'm sure you understand. I texted Robin for you. He was worried about you in the storm, but I told him that you were fine and fell asleep waiting for the storm to stop.
Thank you for an amazing night. I know that this isn't easy for you. It's not easy for me, either. But I'm sure that we'll figure this out together.
Sincerely,
EmmaI read the letter. Then I re-read it, particularly the last paragraph. There were multiple lines crossed out and scribbled over right before it, but there were too many scratches over the words to read them. For some reason I felt like those lines were somehow important. I wanted to decipher it, but there was no time; I could hear my phone going off like someone was dying. I quickly got dressed. As I buttoned up my shirt, I could smell Emma's faint scent on the fabric; it was intoxicating.
My phone kept vibrating, and I knew it was time to go. I grabbed my bag, phone, keys, and dress and started running out the door. Just before I left I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and stopped in my tracks. I took a couple of steps back an really looked at my reflection. My hair was horrifying: it was a tangled, wavy mess; pieces of it were sticking in every direction. I couldn't go out into public like this! I went to my desk and grabbed a brush. I tried to tame the beast, wincing in pain every few seconds. When I could get the brush through my hair without extreme pain, I looked at myself in the mirror. Deciding that that was as good as it was going to get, I gathered my things and headed for the door. I was so anxious to get going that I almost ra into someone who stood in the doorway, poised to knock.
"Oh, goodness! I didn't see you there, Spencer."
He nodded, about the most cordial thing you could get from the man. "Is there anyone else here?" He asked, looking behind me into the office.
"Um, no," I replied. "It's just me."
"Good, good," he said. We stood there awkwardly for a moment; he seemed lost in his thoughts for a moment. Then he came back to reality and asked, "May I come in?"
"Of...course," I said. I had no idea what he could possibly want, but I didn't care much to find out. "I was just leaving." I tried to walk past him, but he shifted, barring my way.
"Actually, I was hoping to have a word with you, Madam Mayor."
I managed a fake smile. "Sure." In truth, I would rather do just about anything rather than talk to Storybrooke's unpleasant public attorney. However, I stepped aside and let him in. He walked inside and invited himself into my office. I followed him in, closing the door behind me. "Take a seat," I offered.
He remained standing. "Quite a storm that was last night."
"Yes," I replied. "We'll probably have quite a few problems to fix after a storm like that."
"Undoubtedly," he said with a smirk. "Not to mention the one you've just caused."
I was taken aback. "Excuse me?"
Spencer gave me a cold look before walking towards the window. "I noticed Miss Swan's car in front of the office last night. Quite a distinct vehicle; unmistakeable in this little town."
"Yes," I responded coolly. "There were a few things I needed to go over with her."
He nodded, looking away. "I noticed that it was still here this morning, too." I froze. He knew, or at least suspected.
"And?" I challenged him, trying not to sound as scared as I was.
"Don't play dumb, Regina. I know what's going on here," he spat, "and it is vile and disgusting. Have you no shame?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," I insisted.
"Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about, and soon the entire town will, as well."
"Is that a threat?"
"You'll know when I'm threatening you.," he said coolly. For now, it's a warning."
"I think you should leave," I said, gesturing towards the door.
He turned away from the window and started walking out of the building. Just as he was about to pass the doorway, he turned to me and said, "You might want to get that stain on your couch taken care of, by the way." Then he walked to his car and drove away.
I stood for a moment in the doorway, trying to catch my breath. So Spencer knew. That could mean trouble; it probably would, actually. I needed to do something about him, and quickly. I ran back into the office; sure enough, there was a circular stain on in the middle of one of the couch cushions. Damn. There was no time. So I decided to simply lay the blanket over the spot for the time being, or at least until I could get it cleaned up.
Suddenly, I felt my phone vibrate again. I needed to get home. I gathered up all of my things as quickly as I could, made one final check in the mirror, and walked out to my car.
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