Bette was fuming as she hurriedly went to the bus station. She knew that Arthur was lusting after her the moment she first met him yet even though she didn’t like the man she didn’t have the choice for the apartment was the cheapest that she could find and was near Angie’s day care center.

She was walking doubly fast because she didn’t want to miss her bus. The caramel skinned beauty turned to the corner just in time for her to see the bus closed the door and started to leave.

“Oh no no no wait!”

Bette ran after the bus but by the time she reached the bus stop the vehicle was already gone.

“Fuck!”

She looked at her watch, she only had fifteen minutes to reach the restaurant otherwise she’ll be late but the next bus won’t arrive in twenty more minutes. Bette thought about taking a cab. She rummaged her bag to check for her wallet but she couldn’t find it. Then she remembered that she forgot to get it from her other bag

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Bette angrily threw her bag to the ground and sat frustratingly on an empty bench. Other passersby were looking at her but she didn’t mind.

‘Why is life so goddamn difficult? Why?’ Bette quietly asked herself. She took a deep sigh. In moments like these, she often questioned herself whether leaving Montana was the right thing to do where she and her daughter could live comfortably. But then again when she thought about her ex-husband she would eventually agreed to the fact that her decision was one of the best that she had ever made.

She took a deep sigh again.

At this point, she really wanted to cry. Bette didn’t know what to do. She needed to find money to pay the rent and her other debts. She didn’t know how and where because she didn’t have that much friends in Houston.

In the next twenty minutes, the brunette continued to sit quietly on the empty bench while trying to think of the intriguing ad that she saw a couple of days ago.

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Da Marco was known as one of the best restaurants in Houston not only for its beautiful, inviting and for intimate setting which gave enough privacy to its patrons but also for its great customer service and most of all for its exquisite and delectable menu. Those were precisely the reasons why Tina Kennard chose the place to have the meeting with a potential client, for she wanted to impress Dominic Fletcher, a middle-aged man whose wealth came from real estates and mining.