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Chapter 19 – Job and Emergencies
Seemed like a lot of money with no assurance of making it back. Thank god, she was married to Bette Porter. She had not even blinked an eye on spending the money. Thinking back on the time she had worried about money, she felt guilty. She had been so ignorant of who Bette was with respect to money. Bette would never allow her or their children want for anything. She was incapable of it.
Bette did manage to text Tina a couple of times mostly about how non-productive meetings really were. She was given the keys to her assigned office and shown where it was. Her assistant was Holly Billingsley. She was a blond about 35 years old and appeared to Bette to be straight as an arrow. She had pictures on her desk of her two young boys which looked to be age 5 and 7. She said this was the first year they were both in school. Her husband worked in security at the airport. And she had been married almost 10 years.
Bette: Nice to meet you Ms. Billingsley.
Holly: Oh, call me Holly. Everyone else does. And what shall I call you?
Bette: Professor Porter is fine.
Holly: Well Professor Porter, Welcome to UCLA.
Bette: Thank you.
After hearing Holly’s biography, Bette unlocked her office and walked in to see what she had. There was a fairly new desk in a traditional style in a mahogany color. There was a credenza behind in with a computer screen and key board on it. There were two book cases on one wall, a still rather new sofa in a modern style and two rather ordinary matching chairs sitting across the desk.
Holly: This is a nice office.
Bette: Well, it will be when I get settled in. Do you have any cleaning wipes or some Windex and paper towels? I’d like to clean this desk before I put my stuff in it.
Holly: I’m sure we have something around here.
And off she went to find Bette’s some cleaning supplies. She soon came back with an opaque plastic spray bottle with a blue liquid and a roll of brown paper towel. Bette had removed her jacket and rolled up her selves and began to spray the desk top. She took some towels and wiped the desktop down. The finish on the desk started to shine. Bette noticed that there was no trash can.
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