“Oh bloody hell!”

“Are you fucking kidding me,” Tina exclaimed as Max shut her door.

“I wish I was, she just emailed me saying she got another offer from a production company and went with them.”

“That’s just bloody fantastic, what are we gonna do now? Shooting starts in just a few short weeks!”

“Don’t panic, I have a simple solution,” Tina said and picked her phone up, “Shaney!”

“Yes TK what’s up?”

“I have a job offer for you.”

“Talk to me.”

Tina filled Shane in on all the details of the movie and Shane agreed. They were all relieved; Shane had just saved them a lot of time. She had come in later that day to sign her contract and meet all of the hair and makeup people that she’d be in charge of. Tina was happy to have someone she really trusted on her staff.

Bette had been equally as busy with her gallery and the fact that she had decided to go back to school to pursue her doctorate. She wanted to be as credited as she could to open her private art academy. In a year’s time she’d be Dr. Bette Kennard-Porter, President of The Bette Porter Art Academy. With the gallery and her classes, Bette had forgotten about Stephen Kale showing up. He had not come back nor did he call about having his art shown in her gallery. It wasn’t until five months later that she heard from him again, only this time it was through a notarized letter from his attorney with a personal letter included.

Bette,

It was never my intention to barge into your life and make myself known to you. I was only there to see how you were doing, to watch you from afar, and to make sure you were ok. Reading that now, I sound like a creep, but I meant no harm. It would please Sebastian to know that you have taken a love to art, something that he loved with all his heart. He was a great inspiration to me, the best big brother anyone could ask for. I too have followed in his footsteps and majored in art history and I paint every day. And it would please him so much to know his son had taken a love to art as well. It makes me smile at the fact that I have a nephew that’s only eight years younger than I. Enclosed is a letter from our family attorney with a list of everything in Sebastian’s estate, which for a twenty-one year old wasn’t much, but he had many paintings that I thought you may want. I was just a kid when he died but I do remember you. You were the love of his life and he would want you to have his things, most of all his paintings. I should have done this long ago, but time escaped me and now my wife and I are moving to Paris in a few months and I have to empty my parent’s home. I am glad that you are happy and I’m more than certain that Sebastian would be happy for you. You have certainly made a great life for you, your wife, and your family. Hope to hear from you soon.