Kit: Im surprised
youre home so early.

Bette looked as though she was going to ignore Kits comment
and go off to her room. Instead, she crossed into the living room and took a
seat across from her sister.

Bette: Well apparently
I didnt have much of a choice in the matter?

Kit: Did something
happen?

Bette: Well you could
say that. I had a 2:30 meeting
scheduled to give Amy Matherson a tour of the gallery and hopefully secure
approval of a 50,000 dollar grant her fathers company was looking to offer for
the Spring Exhibit.

Kit: Its 2:45 now? (pauses) Did she cancel?

Bette: oh, no. She
didnt cancel. We had an executive board meeting this morning to go over some
budgetary items and I sneezed.

Kit: Sneezed?

Bette: I sneezed one
***** time. ONE. *****. TIME. Helena stands up and calls me inconsiderate for
coming into work to possibly infect them all.
It was absolutely ridiculous. I
told her that I was fine, but I appreciated her concern. She didnt seem to
like that too much. So the meeting ends and I go back to my office. Franklin walks in ten minutes later. Says something
about my position and how Im directly responsible for accurately representing
the C.A.CI wasnt really paying attention. He has a habit of droning on and on
about complete ***** sometimes. But then he mentions Amy and how he noticed that
I was under the weather earlier and that it would be better for the C.A.C. if
someone else showed her around.

Kit: He didnt…

Bette: Oh he did. But
it gets better. Much better. He and
Helena decided that they wanted to give Leo the opportunity to get his feet
wet and that this would be the perfect opportunity to do so.

Kit: Im sorry Bette.
Thats pretty *****.

Bette: My *****
client, Kit. Whats next? My office? My title? It just makes me so angry.
(sighs) And apparently arguing with him wasnt going to get me anywhere since
he called Amy and already made alternative plans with her to meet Leo for
lunch.

Kit: What did you do?

Bette: There was
nothing I could do? What could I have done? I could have thrown a tantrum and
argued until I was blue in the face. It wasnt going to get me anywhere. And in doing so, Im sure that would have just
make Helenas ***** day. So I didnt
say a word. And on his way out, Franklin had the gall to say that he hoped I felt better. I wanted to throw my
stapler at him, but I didnt want to break it.
That spineless prick. (sighs) So I took lunch and told James to forward
my calls to my cell and to tell Franklin that I was going to work the rest of the day from home.