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Lincoln Square, West Side – Tuesday – morning – Bette Porter’s office.
Tina was on her way out of the stockroom when like a whirlwind someone crashed on her, it was Maryann.
Maryann: (whispering) “stay here…”
Tina: (muttering) “what’s going on?”
Maryann: “wait here until I tell you, please, it’s for your safety, I’m asking you this on behalf of Dr. Kit”
Tina was amazed that Kit has asked this woman to look after her, however, the big question was what is out there that threatens her safety, and the answer came at that moment when she heard the voice of Melvin Porter who was looking for a type of coffee.
Melvin: “do you have a macchiato?”
Maryann: “I’ll be with you in a second, Mr. Porter…
Then whispering to Tina
… you’ll stay here until he’s gone”
Tina: “hmm…, okay”
Maryann went outside the stockroom.
Maryann: “we don’t have macchiato but I can prepare you a café au lait”
Melvin: “okay, I’ll take it…, were you talking with someone in the stockroom? Is Bette there?”
Maryann: “no, I was talking by phone, an urgent message”
Melvin: “you weren’t talking with my daughter, right?”
Maryann: “of course not; but she should be here any moment”
The door opened and Bette entered followed by Alice.
Melvin: “there you are, I need to have a private conversation with you”
Bette looked at Maryann with concern and the secretary assented with her chin.
Bette: “what you want now?”
Melvin: “it’s private”
Without a word, Bette walked toward her office followed by her father; inside the man took a picture out of his pocket and passed it to her daughter while beginning to speak.
Melvin: “have you seen this woman?”
Bette grabbed the picture of Faye Buckley that her father has handed her. Yes, she recognized that woman, but, would it be wise to tell it to her father?
Bette: “I’m not sure, who is it?”
Melvin: “someone who could be behind the assassination attempt on you”
Bette: “really…? Do you know her?’
Melvin: “yes, but I haven’t seen her for a while”
Bette: “with which of your evil pals is she working?”
Melvin: “that’s none of your business”
Bette: “my life is my business, not yours”