Tina suddenly popped up, “Oh, shit I gotta get ready for this meeting. I’m scared shitless.” she said with eyes closed as her mind laid out a mental checklist.

“Yeah right,” Bette said incredulously “The most intelligent, cunning, ruthless business woman I know armed with that sweet, seemingly innocent Southern Speech?”

“I don‘t have time for you to throw all those flattering compliments at me.” Tina said smiling as her cheeks blushed.

“You go shower and I’ll make you some breakfast.” Bette said fixing her hair into a ponytail. Tina ran off to get ready and Bette floated on into the kitchen. They shared a light breakfast of fruits, bagels, eggs, and coffee.

“Thank you.” Tina smiled as she got up and collected their plates to put in to the sink.

“Your welcome. Thank you for not being picky about breakfast.”

“Are you kidding me, after just one week of momma’s “light” breakfast’s, this was a treat. I don’t know how much longer my heart could stand bacon, eggs, grits, pancakes, sausages, biscuits and sweet orange juice, just for breakfast.”

“I think Momma thinks we starve ourselves in California so she tries to fatten us up while she can..” Bette said smiling as she wiped down the table. Tina stood up and fixed her shirt, she threw her suit jacket over her arm and grabbed her briefcase as she made her way towards the door. Bette couldn’t help but check out the way Tina’s body moved with an air of confidence that seemed to exude from her head to toe, her hair was flawless, her make up was the picture of perfection and her clothes always seemed to compliment her body that much more. Bette never told Tina this, but when she was in her business woman form, she was unbelievably sexy. Bette wished her luck and watched as the elevator descended. Bette went over to the windows with a bounce in her step and watched as Tina got in her car and took off.

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Bette was finishing the final touches on some the beats she was working on. She was really focused and so far pleased with the steps she was taking to get back to what was her signature sound. She was bent over the boards with her eyes closed really seeing the music when she felt a soft tap on her shoulder, she turned around to see the studio’s secretary looking at her with apologetic eyes.