"No worries, I'm not busy." Emily's serving that new-girl-trying-to-help smile, but there's some watch this energy behind those eyes.

Thirty minutes later, Fiona comes in hot - papers flying like confetti. Emily's got those ninja reflexes though.

Emily's playing it cool: "Whoa, Designer Fang - trying to catch these hands? Company policy's pretty clear about fighting. That's a career-ender right there."

Fiona's about to pop a vein.

"You did ...