Richie hadn't known very much to tell, but it was enough as far as Abigail was concerned. She now knew about Courtney, the waitress that Melvin had the hots for and apparently had a date with, and the lawyer that had whisked Melvin off in her car to destinations unknown and unclear. It was a start, and at least it had given her an excuse to get laid.

Abigail didn't care so much about her own gratification during sex as the power it allowed her to hold over men. They would do anything if they thought that they had a chance to score some. They were addicted, crack heads in need of a fix, and Abigail could provide the best stuff on the market.

Abby stepped out of Melvin's office and nearly collided with the striding form of Olivia Crabapple. Olivia sneered, regained her composure, and then a look of recognition passed across her face as she realized who had almost run into her. Olivia grimaced in distaste.

"MacMuffin's ex, what are you doing here?" Olivia said with narrowed eyes. Her lips pulled back over her teeth.

"Just looking for Melvin. I saw that he's out and left a message on his desk," Abigail replied indifferently. Olivia Crabapple was a big fish in a little pond, and Abigail refused to be intimidated by her. She knew that her smug attitude would only drive Olivia angrier, but what did Abby care? Olivia took a step forward, leaned in, and drove a finger into Abigail's chest, her long nail poking Abby in the sternum. Abigail's mouth gaped open in surprise and pain.

"Listen here, little Miss Slut-terson. You stay away from Melvin if you know what's good for you. He's moving on to bigger and better things if you catch my drift, and you're ancient history. So make like the dinosaurs and become extinct," she snarled, turned on her feet and stormed off.

Abigail's mouth stayed open for another moment before she remembered to close it. Just what the hell was that all about? Since when did Olivia Crabapple care a lick for the likes of Melvin MacMuffin? Things were stranger than Abigail had first assumed, and she made a mental declaration to get to the bottom of it.

One hand held against her chest, her cheeks still burning with embarrassment from Crabapple's chiding, Abigail headed towards the elevator with conflicting thoughts and questions crowding her mind.

The bottom line: she had to figure out how to make Melvin hers again.