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It doesn’t matter
who you fall in love with,
as long as you have
love in your life
Lincoln Square, West Side, winter in early December.
It is around 9 a.m. and the snow of the winter at the beginning of December is already painting the streets of the city in white over gray. In the tallest building of Columbus Avenue, in front of Central Park, the heating system has been doing a good job keeping warm and comfortable the workers, the visitors and the clients of the Bureau.
However, in the main office in the east wing of the 55th-floor that houses the chair of the mediation committee a storm is about to start. Inside, seated in an executive leather chair an angry brunette is reading the report in her desk that has a golden nameplate that reads in black letters ’Dr. Elisabeth A. Porter’. The documents, in summary, state the number of employees whose promotions have been rejected, the number of downgraded positions and contradictorily the number of newly opened positions, but no names. Bette Porter knows that something very wrong is about to happen, many good employees are going to lose their jobs, and she has to do something.
Maryann, her secretary, has just entered the office, bringing a teapot with hot green tea, a bowl of fruits and fine slab plates and cups; she pours some of the liquid in one of the cups and leaves it in a small tea table aside of Bette’s desk.
Maryann: “here is your tea Dr. Porter, (with suggestive voice) is there something else do you want me to do for you?”
Bette looked at her secretary, who is wearing a tight and short dress with a low neckline, while a lustful thought distracted her anger. Life has been good for the almost 28 years old Bette Porter, as soon as she ended her Ph.D. she started working in the biggest company of patents and inventions in the country, of course, it has to be with her family having part of the company shares; she is probably the most coveted lesbian in the city, and New York City is big; she is very loved by the workers of the company, because she supports their demands and advocate for their needs; but there is something in her life that doesn’t fit and can be fixed…, not even for the pile of beautiful, smart and wealthy woman at her door. Bette has a past, a story that she tries to forget, a part of her life that she hasn’t told anybody, neither to her sister, who raised her up, nor to her best friend Louise, who is also her counselor and physician; Bette carry a burden, a pain since 10 years ago, a pain and anger for a girl she loved but couldn’t keep.