Did you say anything? I mean, that maybe I wasn't the girl for such shenanigans?

I figured that was up to you - if you'd care to back out.

I suppose you told them, 'Alicia Huberman would have this Sebastian eating out of her hand in a couple of weeks. She's good at that. Always was.'

I didn't say anything.

Not a word for that little love-sick lady you left an hour ago?

I told you, that's the assignment.

Oh well now, don't get sore, Dev. I'm only fishing for a little bird-call from my dream man, one little remark, such as: 'How dare you gentlemen suggest that Alicia Huberman, the new Miss Huberman, be submitted to so ugly a fate!'

That's not funny.

Do you want me to take the job?

You're answering for yourself.

I am asking you.

It's up to you.

Not a peep, hm? Oh, darling. What you didn't tell them, tell me! That you believe I'm nice, and that I love you, and I'll never change back.

I'm waiting for your answer.

What a little pal you are. Never believing me, hmm? Not a word of faith. Just down the drain with Alicia. That's where she belongs. Oh, Dev, Dev. When do I go to work for Uncle Sam?

Tomorrow morning.

Oh, we shouldn't have had this out here. It's all cold now. What are you looking for?

I had a bottle of champagne. I must have left it somewhere.