"Kevin, I've been looking everywhere for you! Why wouldn't you answer any of my calls?" she called as I breezed into the building. I kept walking, ignoring her as I passed. She followed me.

"Kevin! Is something wrong? Why won't you speak to me?" she demanded, running to keep up with me. I hit the elevator button, and waited for the door to open.

"Will you stop and speak to me?" she asked. I could hear the confusion in her voice, but I didn't care. I had been in a world of my own since the clock struck midnight and I had finally seen how loyal she really was.

"Kevin, if you don't turn around and look at me, I will never speak to you again," she threatened. I heeded her demands. I was glaring at her.

"You disappeared New Years. What happened?" she asked.

"I saw what a fraud you really are, Lindsay," I said, as I heard the doors opened behind me. I stepped onto the elevator and pressed the button to the floor I wanted.

"By the way, you can tell your boyfriend that he's been fired," I declared as the door closed. As I rode the elevator up to the fifth floor of the office building, I didn't feel as good as I had hoped. I had hoped that informing her that I had caught her red-handed would make me feel better, you know, beating her to the punch? But it didn't work out that way. I still felt miserable.

My cell phone rang. Sighing, I knew it was Lindsay. One couldn't be cryptic with her, she wanted to have everything straight out. I pulled it out and pressed the talk button.

"Kevin, what you saw…it wasn't what it looked like," she stammered.

"Oh really? What did it look like?" I asked.

"Obviously it looked like something, otherwise you wouldn't be reacting this way."

"That's not going to work, Lindsay. I saw you two and frankly, you disgust me."

"Kevin, I didn't want it to end this way," she said.

"Then why did you cheat on me with my tour manager, Lindsay? You knew that you would eventually have to be found out. You thought you could have both of us, but I'm not going to play that game. Goodbye Lindsay," I said as I hung up the phone.

"So you found out about Lindsay and Alex," an oddly familiar voice said from behind. I turned around a bit back a groan. It was the woman I had insulted on my way out of Brian's. Dana Cyprus was standing behind me, a look of shy concern on her face.

"How did you know?" I asked a little carefully. I had a dim memory of someone mentioning that there was something between her and Alex.

"They weren't really being all that secretive on New Year's Eve. At least you weren't ready to marry Lindsay," she said, somewhat bitterly.

"I just ordered the ring," I said, grimacing a bit. She burst out laughing.

"What?" I demanded, feeling defensive.

"You were honestly prepared to spend the rest of your life with that frigid, insensitive control freak?" she asked, obviously incredulous.

"She had her good points. What about Alex?" I asked. She stopped her laughing.

"That was cold, Richardson. First you insult my music and now my choice in men. Although the former is in serious need of reorganising," she said, shaking her head.

"What brings you here, anyway?" I asked, wondering why she was in the office of our management.

"Planning on touring sometime soon," she answered.

"By yourself, or are you hooking up with some other group?" I asked, finding it odd that a solo artist would do a solo tour. Dana was a big time artist, but she wasn't Britney Spears big.

"Don't think that my empty and meaningless music can handle a tour by itself?" she asked, turning suddenly angry.

"Hey, you're the one who started it!" I cried out, feeling frustrated by her. Whose business was it of hers when and why I broke up with my girlfriend and why was she getting mad at me for insulting her music when she was the one who began the entire fight?

"Yeah, but I had probable cause. Have you ever listened to the songs you sing?" she demanded. I was trying to be nice, but she had crossed the line, backed over it and tripped over the damn thing.

"Have you ever listened to your voice? You have enough whine to be a country singer!" I exploded.

"You have to be the most hypocritical person I have ever met!"

"And you're the most difficult. No wonder Alex had to run to my girlfriend. He probably couldn't stand to be in the same room as you!" I yelled. She looked as though she had been slapped. I knew that I was way out of line, but I had had it with her. She backed away from me. I sighed, and immediately felt remorseful. I hadn't really intended to upset her. She looked desperate to get away. I was ready to apologise when I heard someone tell me that my meeting was about to begin, and that I would be late.

I turned, and left her there, wondering why I deserved to have two encounters of the same sort with that one woman.