James: California Art
Center – Bette Porter’s office.

Bette: Hey James, it’s
Bette. How’s it going there?

James: Oh my god Bette!
Franklin is all up in arms over the announcements. Bette – I overheard them saying something about your future here
with the CAC.

Bette cut James off before
he could elaborate.

Bette: James, don’t worry
about it. I have it under control. I just called to see if you were able to
move that meeting with the board back until 6pm.

James: (Apprehensively)
Bette, I tried – really I did. The best that I could do was get it rescheduled
for 5pm. Franklin was not all that happy to move it to then as it
was.

Bette: James, I know you
did your best. Thanks for what you’ve done. I have to go. I’ll see you at 5
o’clock.

James: Ok Bette. Just
remember – you SO owe me.

Bette: I know – I know.
Later James.

Bette clicked off her
phone and made a mad dash to maneuver the Saab into a quicker moving lane of
traffic. Within minutes she was coming upon her off ramp. She made a bold move
and hopped three lanes of traffic to exit the 2 – next stop The Planet.

Bette sauntered into The
Planet on a mission. Her presence always caused a few heads to turn. Bette was
a much-desired commodity in those parts – solid career and stunning looks. When
the news broke about she and Tina’s breakup, there were quite a few hopeful
women wanting to make Bette’s acquaintance. Bette’s reputation still preceded
her – even now after being off the market for seven years.

Bette was immensely
impressed with the complete turnaround of The Planet that Kit had accomplished.
Today, like most, it was nearly impossible to find a table. Kit had succeeded
in a market that all too many had failed. Bette was absolutely proud of her
sister’s good fortune and astounded at the positive changes Kit had made in her
own life. Not to mention, she had become quite a support system for Bette
through this whole ordeal. Their relationship had finally blossomed into one
that Bette had wanted their whole time growing up. Not only were they bound by
blood, but also they had become great friends.

As Bette maneuvered
through the maze of tables and patrons on her way to Kit’s office, she heard a
familiar voice calling her.