Chapter Twenty

4.32 PM

Why did time have to crawl like that? Bette was trying to concentrate on her book, but she just couldn’t. Her mind kept willing the time to fly. Around 5, she would be able to put her plan in action. Her mission? Cancelling Candace.

She didn’t know the girl very well and knew that she was supposed to give her a chance, but she was also aware of the fact that she wouldn’t feel comfortable, being with such outgoing people who were even aggressive in that act. She could deal with cheerful people, social people, as long as they didn’t push her and frown upon her and look down upon her if she wasn’t willing to share their enthusiasm. All things she knew Candace would do.

Bette walked over to Kits computer and made a mental note to look at her savings. She really wanted the privacy of her own computer. Granted, Kit knew about her sexual orientation, but she still couldn’t even think about her shame if Kit found out she was surfing in search of sites for more information on… particular subjects and sites containing… particular stories.

She still hoped her father wouldn’t even look at her computer at home. She kept her fingers crossed and prayed that he would somehow be afraid to even touch it – that thing that his gay daughter had used so frequently.

It was really pissing her off that she didn’t have any access to anything on that computer. Stories she was writing, however shitty they were, or some loose pages of random writing.

She still had a key, but there was a chance her father had changed the locks. She didn’t even know when he was home – if she would know when her father was on a business trip, she’d immediately set up a free internet website only for her access and quickly transfer everything to that, maybe set up several if one couldn’t take enough content. An external hard disk was too expensive and she kept buying her own computer – or, ideally, laptop – in mind.

But she didn’t know when he was away. She wondered if anybody at the firm knew about the changed situations.

4.39 PM

She could do this now. She could do this and then wait til 5 to text Candace. If it was a bit after 5, it would be better, it wouldn’t look planned. She took her cellphone and dialed her father’s office number – she knew he wouldn’t pick up, but his personal assistant Freya. She tapped her leg nervously. She had known Freya for years, but she was just nervous about calling in general. She didn’t like it one bit.