A couple of weeks went by and the Fae Buckley debacle blew over. Bette had been sent hundreds of letters from people supporting her actions. Provocations had started to gain positive attention and its upcoming debut was the buzz of the art world. If Bette had managed to pull this off, she’d have a hundreds of art collectors and museums vying for a contract for Bette’s services. Even though she still had six months left on her contract with the CAC, she was planning for a contact renewal, she didn’t want to leave. She had been working very hard to keep this show on track, late nights with James and Candace; early mornings with the board members. She was going to be outrageously busy until the opening. She’d hoped that her hard work would give her superiors the confidence they needed to consider putting her on the board of trustees. They had started construction on their house; Alexander had called to say that he had some things to wrap up before moving, so he would be there sometime before Provocations would open.

“Yes, just let me know when you’re sending your stuff. We’ll just put it in the guest room and you can sort it out when you get back. Yes, the time frame you’re giving me the construction should be done.”

“Bette,” James whispered as he poked his head in her office.

“Yes Alexander, we’ll meet soon. Mmm hmm. Ok. Bye,” she said her tone changing as soon as James came in. She still didn’t tell anyone about him, not until the show.

“Yes James, what is it?”

“Franklin wants to see you.”

“Fuck, like I don’t have enough fucking things to do then to deal with his shit. Do you have any idea what he wants?”

“No clue, sorry boss. But he did have some guy with him.”

“A guy?”

“Yeah, no idea who he is though.”

“Fuck. Ok,” Bette sighed, “we’re going to go check up on Candace when I get back, make sure those envelopes I gave you go out.”

“Sure thing,” he said and Bette walked out of her office. She walked to Franklin’s office and knocked. As she walked in, she spotted the man James was telling her about.