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    The Crown Rests – 3

    Bette woke early in a good mood, she took her shower dressed and as it was a lovely day she opted for a walk to work via Regent’s Park.  After walking through the Park and part of Baker Street she notices several big red things with wheels.  “Well if it’s good enough for Ms Kennard then it’s good enough for me!” she thought.  She boarded a number 13, destination Aldwych.

    She arrives at Rivercourt just after 8:30 in the morning “Good Morning Bob and how are you this fine morning?”

    “Well good day to you too Ms Porter, you’re in unusually early did your date kick you out of bed?” he replied, confident of this level of familiarity as there was nobody else in earshot

    “If only” she thought but replied “I’ll have you know I spent the night alone not that it’s any of your business” arching an eyebrow letting him this particular topic of conversation was over.

    “Are you fired up for the game this evening Bette? Hold up are you humming ‘Cherish’?”

    “No I’m not and yes I am!”

    “So you are humming ‘Cherish’” 

    “Bob, don’t be obtuse, you know I meant no I’m not humming and I am fired up for tonight’s game I need to win back some of my money from that insufferable prig Huntley-Palmerton from Coopers Court”. Shaking her head letting her beautiful brunette locks cascade over her shoulders she took the briefs neatly tied in pink ribbon offered by Bob and emptied her pigeon hole of mail. Before she left him she turned and said “When Ms Kennard arrives send her into me will you?”

    “Oh, she’s already here, picked a nice couple of earners as well for her trouble.  She’s working in Mr Eric’s rooms.  If you were wondering that is.”  He said with wry smile on his face.

    “Give me “10 minutes then ask her to come in will you?”

    “Yes, Ms Porter I will.”

    She entered her rooms which in contrast to the traditional Georgian building they occupied were furnished in a very modern contemporary style. Her pride and joy was the executive Eames chair which had been a gift from her father on her elevation to Queen’s Counsel the only acknowledgement from him of her many successes.

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    Comments

    1. I agree with honda90…way to short….we want more and now :o)) Tina has to stand her ground or else Bette wont be just as intrigued….does that makes sence in english??

    2. essex…don’t tempt me! my bags could be packed very quickly. thank you for the post and I am enjoying the story..very much. Albeez….you know me too well. L.A., Baby!

    3. essex…don’t tempt me! my bags could be packed very quickly. thank you for the post and I am enjoying the story..very much. Albeez….you know me too well. L.A., Baby!

    4. god – what a group you have reading you. we have aomedia, jwet h as joined. my girl fergz. and honda who never waves at me.loving this. can see it all the way you describe this. love the words baby. thanks and longer please.

    5. Ooh, I think I am falling so hard for this Bette. Guess I love that “controlling” bit of her…”Cancel that…..”…whooosh! Can’t wait for your next post! Thank you.

    6. crimes and misdemeanours…….has to equal punishment…..can’t wait to see what that might be!!!!!!!sorry for being vague, i should have known better, well i certainly know ryhope as you mentioned! i’m on the other side of the tunnel in whitley bay, so no, it’s not manchester!

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