Would you Swallow all your Pride?

Chapter Nine: Yellow.

Venable nodded. "I do. But I still think you should take care of yourself." Billie Dean was about to answer when her phone began ringing. She reached for it in her pocket, seeing Jenny's name on the screen. Glancing apologetically at Wilhemina, she picked it up. While Billie was on the phone, Venable got up to check Purpura's food; she refilled her water bowl and made sure the litter box was clean. The call Billie Dean had received was probably about work, given they should be at the office. I need to eat. They'd probably have to leave soon, so she could have lunch at work. A yawn cut through Venable's lips, reminding her of how tired she was. Wilhemina didn't think it was fair to sleep while Billie Dean did; she was in her working hours, after all. It's going to be a long day. She was thankful there was nothing she had to do after work today besides coming home and spoiling her cat.

When Billie Dean hang up, she took one last bite of the bagel and grabbed the plate and glass to take it to the kitchen. Timidly, she entered it. "Excuse me."

Wilhemina looked at her from where she was leaning against the counter. "You can leave it on the sink."

"I can wash it." Billie Dean absolutely hated to do the dishes, but she had manners.

"Don't worry about it. I can pop it into the dishwasher later."

If Wilhemina insisted... I just got my nails done. "Thank you." Billie put the dishes into the sink. "Jenny is needing me back at the office."

"We should go." Venable was almost done with the policy work she had been doing, and she planned on finishing it today.

"Yeah. I'll call my driver."

"Nonsense," Wilhemina said before Billie Dean could reach for her phone. "I can drive. I need to drive back home later, anyways."

Billie Dean nodded. Most people always took advantage of the perks she had. It was so weird to just be. "Okay." She smiled a little.

"Should we get going?"

"Sure."

Wilhemina led them to the garage, stopping to grab her purse on the way. Purpura meowed at them, and Venable blew her a kiss before closing the door. The ride back seemed to be quicker than both of them remembered, and soon they were stepping back at the office. Billie Dean flashed Venable a smile and followed to find Jenny. Wilhemina, on the other hand, walked straight to her table. She turned her computer on and leaned back on her chair. I'm starving.

"Long time no see," Emma said sweetly as she approached her table. Venable's brown eyes lifted up to look at her, and she was instantly reminded of the fact that Emma not only was interested in her, but had told their boss about it. Her insides stammered in shame.

"Hi." Wilhemina allowed the corners of her lips to lift up.

"Did anything happen?" Emma's hip leaned against Venable's table. The position caught Wilhemina's attention, for her eyes involuntarily scanned Emma; she had never realized how well she dressed, too. Today, in specific, Emma was wearing a brown skirt and a white sweater, topped with high-knee boots. Her legs are so muscular.

"Not really." Venable definitely wouldn't share the whole... whatever it was situation. Emma nodded at her, and she could see the way she sucked her lip in, as if she were debating on something.

"Have you had lunch already?"

There it is. "No, I haven't."

"Would you... like to join me?" Emma was hesitant, delicate. So delicate Venable still felt a hint of guilt from how things had gone down the day before. It was all so weird.