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Author’s Note –
This chapter is taking place on the same day as chapter 4 did – a Wednesday, but this time the setting is in England. This chapter will focus on Dr Porter and what is transpiring on her side of the Atlantic Ocean both professionally and personally.
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Wednesday Evening -– Porter Laboratories – Present Day Downtown London May 2020
The Doctor Bette Porter Connection
Meanwhile across the pond –
“James!” Bette shouted as she stormed into her CFO’s corporate office, leaving his assistant to stare at the dear doctor in shock.
“What the bloody hell is going on?” Bette was still in a foul mood from last night after learning of the massive misstep by Stonington Industries. Now she stood in the doorway of James’ office, one hand on her slim hip and the other holding a blue file. Sheer annoyance clearly etched on her troubled face. She continued to rail at James. “I’ve been waiting all day. I want answers. And I want them right now.”
Dr. Elizabeth Katherine Porter was a slightly reserved and exceptionally skilled woman who rarely, if ever, lost her temper or showed any unhinged emotion in public. She was always the consummate professional towards others.
Dr. Bette was routinely courteous and kind in her interactions with staff, the employees of the vast Porter Corporation she commanded, her patients and the public. Hell she was even nice to the media. Dr. Porter was the epitome of reason, logic, clear thinking and scientific explanation. Emotions were something that rarely surfaced towards anyone outside her family and close band of trusted friends.
Oh but don’t dare underestimate the formidable Bette Porter either. The dear doctor had a temper alright. And god help you if it was directed towards you for any reason. But Bette tried very hard to keep that part of her personality hidden away from her professional life. Those occasions of ill temper were usually reserved for private rantings. And behind closed doors.