<strong>Will</strong><br/><br/>He had been working on the final touches of the presentation when he got her text. He looked at with a furious expression. He nearly wanted to throw his phone across the room. He was tired of her trying to run from all of it. He was absolutely tired of it. He picked up the phone slide out the keyboard of his phone and put both Bree and Ali as the people his message was intended for. He furiously typed at the keys. He was applying a lot of pressure to his phone as his finger scrolled across the keys. It seemed like he was literally going to break it.<br/><br/>"Neither of you are quitting. There is no reason for either of you to quit because I fucked up. We will all work this out sometime next week, but at least give me that. Give me a week to work out all of the kinks of things, and then decide then. Just please for now don't make any decisions."<br/><br/>He sent the message to both of them and more or less pounded his fist into his desk. He needed a damn drink. He hit save on the presentation, mailed it to his bosses, and sat at his dining room table. He cradled his head in his hands as he was just frustrated. So frustrated at all that was occurring around him. All of it caused by him agreeing with his best friend. He needed to call Kyle and apologize for socking him. But then again it could wait till the morning. Kyle was most likely off getting drunk somewhere.<br/><br/>Will got up from his dining room table and made himself some ramen. He was hungry from all that had occurred so far today. So he started to eat while he waited for texts to come in.