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    Labyrinth Revisited Ch. 14

    Previously…


    Moments before 2 o’clock,
    Kit and Bette emerged from the office after making all the necessary phone
    calls and arrangements. Both were basking in their own thoughts that there was
    no better friend in the world than one’s own sister. The Planet had died down
    after the initial lunch rush and had random tables full of patrons catching a
    late lunch. Bette turned to Kit to give her a hug.

    Bette: Thank you again,
    Kit. I couldn’t do this without you.

    Kit: (Pulling Back) Hey,
    what are big sisters for anyway? Besides, you did it for me – plenty of times.


    Bette hopped back in the
    Saab after leaving The Planet. She immediately put her cell phone earpiece in
    and started making calls. Bette wove in and out of afternoon traffic and
    arrived at her destination 15 minutes before 3 o’clock. After parking the care,
    Bette emerged – straightened her appearance – and strode into the bank with a
    confident air about her.

    Bette had made many
    business contacts while working for the CAC and running her own gallery. Seldom
    did she ever call upon any of those contacts for personal favors but this was
    an exception. Bette had met Amanda O’Brien years prior when she owned and
    operated The Bette Porter Gallery. Amanda was a modern art fan, one of Bette’s
    most affluent clients, and eventual friend. Bette had always valued Amanda’s
    opinion and appreciated her influence in the art community – besides which she
    was also one of the most successful members of the banking business. Amanda,
    like Bette, had worked hard to get to where she was within her industry and
    relied more so on her intellect and business savvy instead of her stunning
    looks. Bette had always found Amanda to be highly attractive – and vice versa –
    but had valued her friendship more than any one nightstand or ill-fated romance
    between the two of them.

    Bette walked passed all of
    the tellers, scattered desks throughout and into the Commerce and Merchant area
    of the bank. Sitting behind a mahogany desk, was Amanda O’Brien’s secretary.
    She greeted Bette with a warm smile as she placed the caller on the other end
    of her headset on hold.

    Secretary: USA Bancorp –
    Amanda O’Brien’s office – Please Hold. (Looking up at Bette) Hello, how can I
    help you?

    Bette: Bette Porter to see
    Amanda O’Brien – I phoned earlier.

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