Drew had been running her fingers through her hair so obsessively that her scalp was beginning to hurt, but she kept doing it as she rode back up the elevator. It was bright out and had finally stopped snowing, but she knew Cammie would still be in her room. And she knew that even though she'd left hours ago, so no one would see her, it wouldn't really matter then. She held the magazine crunched in her hands. And her mind was racing so much that the bell sounding that she'd arrived at the floor scared her. She fumbled with her keys, and just as soon as she got it open, Drew was talking. "Cammie...Cammie, we have to talk..."
Cammie had a shirt on, but she hadn't yet bothered to put on a skirt. The early phone call had interrupted her and now she couldn't really see the point of getting dressed. She didn't look at Drew as she came into the room. She wasn't really looking at anything. She didn't realize that she was still holding the telephone or that her laptop was sitting open on the table next to her.
"I'm sorry to come back in the middle of the morning, but..." Drew was already straightening the magazine, holding it out. Then she took a breath to take in the scene. And instantly she knew she was too late to do anything. She looked to the phone and Cammie's laptop before looking back up at her face. "Cammie..."
Cammie finally looked up, finally looked at Drew's face. She held out her hand for the magazine. "It comes out this morning, doesn't it?" She looked at the cover of the magazine. At least her picture wasn't on the cover, but that would probably change. She flipped through until she got to the article. "Someone emailed it to my chief of staff in the middle of the night. He read it when he woke up this morning and called me." Objectively, she knew she was still in shock, but that didn't change anything.
"I'm so sorry." Drew sank down to the sofa. She'd read the article twice before she could really believe what the words said. The picture wasn't near paparazzi level—it was much better than that—but she could remember how many glasses of wine she'd had with dinner that night, how it was late and they had let themselves hold hands for just a moment as they walked out. At least the picture didn't show that. Cammie hadn't been able to avoid a short interview with Cassidy Blaine sometime the week they had had that dinner. And Drew was pretty sure nothing from that interview made it into the article in front of him. "God, I...I had no idea. One of our interns is dating one of the magazine's interns, and she was waiting for me when I got in..." She continued, almost desperate, because she knew nothing she said would help. "Cammie..."
She slowly looked through the article. "You know," she licked her lips, "this picture of us actually pretty good." She ran her fingers over the picture of Drew's face, them at some obscure bar, eating dinner. Alone, it was innocent enough, but with the article, it was easy to imagine just where Drew's hand was under the table. "There weren't any pictures in the email."
"I'm so sorry," she said again, a whisper this time. She gently took the phone out of Cammie's hand and pulled her into her arms. It was a completely futile gesture. Had she known earlier, she could have stopped it. Had she not insisted on going out that night, it might not have happened at all.
Cammie shook her head. "There's nothing you could have done. It... It was inevitable, really." She ran a hand through her hair. "I need to get ready to go in." She stood, pulling away from Drew, retreating into herself. It was the only way that she thought she would be able to get through the day. "Do you know where my skirt is?"
Drew stood quickly and grabbed the skirt from the back of the sofa where it had been neatly draped. She watched, eyes wide with worry. "Why don't you just stay in today...you can work from here. I'll rearrange my schedule..."
"What?" That was enough to focus Cammie's mind. "No. I can't just hide from this. It isn't going to go away if I stay here for the day, and Taylor won't appreciate it if I steal her chief of staff." She shook her head and rubbed her eyes. "I'm sorry Drew. I'm sorry that you're going to get dragged into this. I know it isn't what you wanted." She pulled on her skirt and zipped it up, then reached for her jacket. "I need to get going. I'm going to be late as it is."
"Okay..." Drew gaped for a moment. She expected Cammie to fall apart at any moment, but that had been completely coherent, completely controlled. It worried her more. "I'll...look, I'll see you tonight. We'll figure this out."
"If that's what you want." Cammie closed her laptop and slid it into it's case before she grabbed her phone. "I'll probably be at the office until late, so if I'm not here, I'll be there." Cammie grabbed her keys and opened the door. She wanted to get out before anyone decided to try to find her at home.
"Yeah..." Drew ran her fingers through her hair again and winced. "Hey..." She grabbed Cammie's arm, tugging her back and into a soft kiss. "I'm here, okay..."
"Okay. Lock up before you leave." Cammie nodded before she walked out and closed the door behind herself.
Drew sank back down to the sofa and put her head in her hands. She gave it a couple of hours before everything started to fall apart. And before that happened, she needed to take care of some things. She sighed, waiting long enough for Cammie to get out of the building before heading to work herself.