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    Summer Vacation. Chapter 50

    Helena smiled back, “Joyce.”

    Then Joyce turned, and as if they were about to stand trial in front of a jury the heavy wooden doors to the chambers of Number 4 Hamilton Towers opened wide and remained flanked by two gentlemen in formal business suits who said nothing and did nothing, their only role to escort the four women inside.

    The rest happened in slow motion as far as Lottie could remember, when telling it to Jo some time later on the phone. They sat up one end of a long boardroom table, facing a sea of unfamiliar faces, some young and some old, all undeniably male, chaired by a man in his mid-forties with evidence of grey in his hair and a loud, brash shirt on underneath his boring pinstripe suit. He was the only one who stood when the four women entered, and he took the floor immediately, choosing to address Bette.

    “Dean Porter, how nice to see you again.”

    Lottie watched Bette carefully, if his choice of title bothered her it didn’t show.

    “Lewis.” Bette replied, “you look well.”

    They were each aware that he and Bette had once worked together, that he’d been responsible for her loosing an expensive Autumn show at the Gallery and that he’d tried to claim no responsibility when Bette fired him and reinstated James as Director on his return from a sabbatical at the Whitney. Bette had mentioned to the others that things got ugly and admitted, because she didn’t ever want the Board to have the upper hand, that she’d had James pay Lewis off in exchange for him never bothering her or her Gallery again.

    Looking at the sparks of resentment flying from the angry man, Lottie couldn’t help but wonder if that little arrangement might not seriously backfire.

    Lewis circled the table, passing behind Helena first, then Lottie, then Bette, stopping finally at Joyce’s side, where he handed her a series of four folders, one for each of them to outline the proceedings.

    Lottie opened hers as soon as it landed in front of her, then immediately closed it again, freaked.

    “We should get started.” Joyce announced, her voice steady and in control. “These ladies don’t have all day to spare.”

    Comments

    1. I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. At first I thought Jenny killed herself, a classic, childish “you’ll be sorry when I’m gone” move to fuck everyone over. I’ve since recalled Agatha Christie’s “Murder on the Orient Express” in which the entire first class passenger list was guilty of killing someone they all hated. I think Jenny’s behind the collapse of Wall Street and the international banking system. Shoot her now! That miserable little crunt! So sofa, does this mean you’re back, really and truly back to stay? Please say yes. And then keep your word. Now, I don’t want to revive the whole ‘pants’ controversy (you can put the accent on whatever syllable you like), I say let sleeping pants lie, but just to avoid confusion: UK ‘pissed’=drunk, US ‘pissed’=angry.

    2. Jenny. Always Jenny. But lemme come out of Rhett Butler mode, and give the wee spiteful thing the benefit of the doubt. Maybe it’s not? Maybe it’s Mr Crantz, on some attempt to discredit all of them? Or something? Really, though, I’m thinking Jenny is to blame for Al & Hels’ ire. She’s just that type of person, isn’t she? Ire-inspiring. Anyway! I’m glad the girls won, for now, but I hope whatever Alice just discovered doesn’t nullify the victory. Thanks for the post, sofa. Cheers! :D

    3. i thought my eyes were playing tricks on me when i saw an update for this story ;) thank you so much! i wonder what jenny has written about this time. hope we don’t have to wait too long to find out :) great update, sofa!

    4. Welcome back Sofa.I am glad to see this.I hope Lottie isn’t involved but then again she was with Jenny and when you are drunk things happen to come out.Bette is going to kill someone,I hope its not kid sister.

    5. Welcome back and thank you for continuing this story. Sounds like someone is pissing off the gang. Never cared for Jenny but dislike her even more now.

    6. Head in hands, shaking it back and forth “What did Jenny do now?” I could KILL Jenny. Oh wait. That is the show, not your story. I am thrilled to see another chapter of this story Thanks.

    7. i love how uk terminologies are making their way into mainstream north american lingo. i’m trying hard to get people around here to use ‘taking the piss’ in a regular sort of way at least once a week…it’s working *wicked grin* another great installment, and hey, it’s good for J and L to deal with these intense bumps. they’re young. you write them very well in all respects. and a drunk bette was pretty cute…a bit familiar as well. *another wicked grin* post more when you can and good luck next week!

    8. Welcome back Sofa. I will be glad when Lottie can talk to Jo face to face again. I am sooooo over Jenny her and in the show. Apparently the board have leaked something about Lottie or Bette. I hope that Joyce makes them regret it. PPS :o).

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