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    The Christmas Gift

                “Yeah, well, despite the fact that a clumsy woman dashed on me, I am pretty fine yes”

                “Excuse me?” the saleswoman was flabbergasted. ‘Who did she think she was to call her clumsy?’

                “What?” she asked, nonchalantly.

                “You just referred to me as a ‘clumsy woman’. Well beside the fact that you don’t know me and you (pointing at Bette) don’t have the right to call me that, this (pointing to herself) woman is doing her job and sometimes, accidents happen!” she snapped. Her hair messed up.

                “You should do something with that hair, you have very rebel locks” avoiding Tina’s outburst. Well actually, she didn’t hear anything she said, at all.

                “You—” the younger woman was starting to answer back but one of her colleagues, who happened to be just passing, saluted the woman in front of her, “Hello, Miss Porter”, and taken aback she closed her mouth. Her eyes wide open.

                “Oh” that’s the only thing she managed to say.

                “You were saying?” Bette said, lifting an eyebrow.

    The nerve that woman had was unbearable, and she was almost going to reply at the provocation but then decided she’d better avoid to snap at her own boss. She just uttered a polite, but cold, ‘Nothing, I’d better get back to work’, giving her a stern look.

                “Good idea, we don’t pay people for doing nothing” the brunette added.

    Without giving her the time to reply, she walked away. Leaving behind a stunned and furious Tina.

    “What a fucking bitch!” she murmured.

                “I understand you just met our boss” the other woman said.

                “I’d rather met a serial killer” she admitted as she resumed her work.

                Walking down the main hall, Bette and Alice started to talk about business and the new financier who was going to finance the malls chain. Bette was listened to her attentively and almost faint from happiness when Alice said the woman’s name.

                “Peggy Peabody? You mean, that Peggy Peabody?” a shocked and amused Bette said.

                “The one and only!” Alice said with a twinkle in her eyes. Peggy was the richest woman in the United States, and well, a help from her was a kind of bless. A Godsend, in simple terms. Expecially since the financial status of the malls chain, wasn’t that good, at the moment.

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    1. Finally finished reading and a promise is a promise. Like I told you when we twitted, I’ve been following you for sometime. I’ve always liked your writing style. You have been one of my favorites. Your writing’s awesome and your stories make me feel right there w/ your characters. you have made me cringe with your teasing when it seems to be the end of our gals relationships! Then….bam!..you get them together. What a effing tease you are BetteOPorter! love it…keep us guessing and reaching for the Kleenex…don’t stop writing…glad you liked my ‘gift’ via utube.~~keep up your great work BOP!!!…..kingg(as you can see, this gal is an Elvis freak!)

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