She picks up the phone and it's not, actually, Joe Bennett himself. It's his assistant, and she's asking if Victory can meet Joe for dinner tonight. Victory asks what it's about and the assistant says that it's not about anything -- it's just dinner. Victory's all, um, you mean you're asking me out? For your boss? And the assistant's all, yeah, pretty much. Victory is offended. But not too offended to not be pleased as punch when the assistant tells her that Mr. Bennett just loved her show the other night!

Cut to Wendy, who's in the screening room talking to some guy about Leonardo and the Galileo deal. They discuss how the deal isn't cemented with Leo and how she doesn't want DreamWorks to make a schmuck out of her and that's when we see the couple on the screen behind them part from their kiss and the guy actually grimaces as if he's in pain. "Did he just cringe after he kissed her?" asks the guy. "Oh my god," says Wendy blankly. "What is this director doing?"

Cut to Bonfire's web launch party. Nico gives a speech, detailing that Bonfire's become the best publication out there covering celebrities, politics and culture (I'm thinking it's supposed to be Vanity Fair then) and now it's going to be setting the standard in every media platform. She extends thanks to everyone from the hyphenated parent company as they all raise their glasses. As they applaud, the guy next to her says that he heard she had a little "fit" about him briefing Julian Sands about the party. This is obviously Mike, the corporate woman-hating snake. He says that he was playing golf with Julian Sands this morning and it just seemed easier for him to brief the guy instead of her. Considering that this morning Julian Sands was in LONDON, unless Mike the Woman Hater was there too, I'd find it difficult for him to brief the guy at all, really.

Nico just sneers and says, "Thanks for clearing that up. Oh, I have something to clear up with you. When a woman expresses her concern that an important business matter be dealt with correctly, she's not throwing a fit. She's just doing her job. Enjoy the party." It's a nice line in theory. In practice, she'd remove all the female references and just stick to the, "Professionals don't throw fits when pricky backstabbing co-workers try to steal their thunder," line. He knows she's a woman. She doesn't need to POINT IT OUT.