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Manhattan, New York
Friday, May 27, 2011
Bette sat alone in her office for several hours, waiting to hear from Tina. The isolation and anticipation were crushing, and the only sound in the room was Bette repeatedly tapping a pen against the top of her desk. She didn’t know if Tina had received her message or if she was just avoiding her. Not knowing was the worst.
Bette’s intercom suddenly sounded. ‘Not now.’ She dropped her forehead against the desktop and let out a deep sigh. She blindly reached for, then pressed the intercom button. “Yes?”
Gretchen’s professional voice followed. “Miss Porter, Miss Scott from accounting is here to see you.”
“Send her in,” Bette groaned.
Just as the door opened, Bette quickly righted herself and straightened her blazer. “I can’t take any more bad news today, Destiny. So, unless it’s good news,” she squeezed her brow with a hand, “just go away.”
Destiny smiled and silently stood her ground, waiting for Bette to look up. Destiny studied Bette’s features. She could see it now, the family resemblance. They shared the same strong jawline and cheekbones. They even had the same dark brown eyes. ‘Why haven’t I noticed this before,’ she thought.
Bette finally glanced up and raised an eyebrow. “What?”
She handed Bette a folder. “We’ve been offered a $50 million line of credit.”
“What?” Bette grabbed the folder and read. “Has legal looked this over?”
Destiny nodded. “Yes, and they recommend accepting. It’s a simple 2-year note with a fixed rate of prime plus a half.”
Bette’s eyes widened at the offer. The terms were incredibly generous. “What do we know about this…” she scanned the first page, “…M3 Investments?” Bette continued to read through the papers.
“It’s a relatively new LLC incorporated through Barry Wexler and Associates with only one officer, someone by the name Ignis Opus. Wexler is one of the top law firms in the city, so the LLC has to be legit.”
“This couldn’t have come at a better time. We must have a fairy godmother somewhere. What do you recommend?”
“I’ve looked it over every which way, and I can’t find a downside. I say we take it.”
Bette rubbed her chin for a moment. This would be enough to quash the downsizing plan. Hundreds of jobs would be saved. This would carry them over the hump until revenue from the massive wave of bookings and special events started rolling in.