Bette roamed around the gallery, the champagne was in good stock and the people entertained, she congratulated herself on such a successful show. She looked over heads trying to find her curator. Bette Porter was tall, much taller than the average 54 American woman; her skin had a caramel hue, and underneath her fabulous Amoretti suit was a lithe muscular body noticed even with her clothes on. Other than a few dabs of make-up and mascara she went au naturale, Bette hardly needed tons of makeupshe was a stunning beauty. As if this knowledge was not new to her Bette strutted around like this was her territory, this was her place and she damn well would patrol it. Around her people said their greetings and compliments, Bette was well-respected as a rising star in the gallery business. The Porter Gallery had been graced with numerous shows which had their important places in the Art World, and Bette had worked very hard to get to this point. Indeed it was also known that workaholism was second-nature to Bette, even tough curators she employed could not keep up with her work ethic which basically was Work till you Drop. Bette often got up early in the morning and worked long into the night. She had no one to come home to and therefore didnt have any responsibilities in that area. In fact for her entire life Bette had been something of a lone wolf, she didnt need people to make her life feel complete. Bette enjoyed herself as she was nowas a successful gallery owner with plenty of free time to devote to work. Bette had grown up with the value of hard work ingrained into her brain. Her stern father succeeded into nailing that value into her early on. If one did not try hard then one did not succeed, and if one did not succeed one would be lower than animals. Bette did believe this; she had spent many years believing this. And now in her thirtieth year Bette congratulated herself on sticking to this moral, she knows that she would not have come this far if she hadnt. Bette inevitably then had the misfortune to acquire certain personality characteristics that were attributed to extreme workaholics. She had to be in control, if Bette wasnt it felt like things would be less than its potential. Along with this she had affinity of bossing around people in a way that made such sense they couldnt help but obey. Bette had a gift of incredible reason.