Moving to an oak wood built-in bookcase Bette retrieved a professionally designed catalog featuring the works of Marcus Allenwood. She handed it to Peggy.

“Here is a catalog of his works some of which I have on display here exclusively but the majority of his pieces have been sold to private collectors. His showcase was very successful. I’m sure we could get him to do a piece on commission if you are interested.”

Peggy flipped through the catalog. Several pieces caught her eye. She decided to have a look at what Bette had on display but she was also very interested in the idea of commissioning a private piece.

“I like what I see. I’d be very interested in meeting this young man.”

As Peggy examined the photos closer she noticed a remarkable resemblance between Marcus and Bette and wondered if they were related.

“He resembles you. You two aren’t related are you?”

“No we’re not though he is a very close personal friend of mine. I care a lot about him and like James he looks out for me. I don’t think of him as a brother because some day I hope he’ll agree to be a donor. He has the most amazing hazel eyes that he inherited from his mother. I tell him all the time that when I decide to have children I want him to be the donor. I would love if my children could have a chance at inheriting those eyes.”

“What does your partner think of that?”

“I’m not in a committed relationship right now. Too busy building the business. I just date casually for now but some day I’d like to settle down and have a family.”

“Well don’t wait too long and once you do meet that someone special don’t take her for granted. All the material possessions in the world won’t make up for what you’ll miss out on if your priorities aren’t in order. Believe me with all my billions I have many regrets about my family life. There is so much that I missed that I will never get back. No amount of money can buy it back.”

“I know what you mean. I experienced a childhood with a father that put more stock in affluence, outward appearances and materialistic possessions than enjoying the splendor of the family life he could have shared with my mother and me. He had many regrets in the end but by then it was too late. I will never do that. When I am ready to have a family they will have all of me. But for now I’m all yours.”