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Bette thought there should be a limit to how far any friendship should go. She couldn’t believe she had been dragged all the way to Burbank to visit a studio party. She wasn’t even sure how Alice got their names on the list. She had been trying to get a meeting with the head of the Studio for a while because she was hoping to get herself on TV, she wanted to convert her radio chat show into a TV one.
Bette found a quiet corner and stood watching the room, like she did at her own gallery opening nights, as it would mean that she could see who was wanting to buy. Tonight was different. She noticed that Alice had managed to corner a well dressed man who was nodding at her. Bette grinned. She knew that her friend had a gift for talking which was why they were here.
A waiter walked back and offered Bette a glass of expensive wine, she took the glass thanking him before looking around the rest of the room. there were a lot of famous faces as well as people who made the shows possible.
Bette noticed the blonde that was walking towards her, she had seen her early. She was well dress in a black pin stripped skirt suit and white fitted shirt. Her blonde hair pinned up. she looked to be in her late twenties. She took a glass of wine from a waiter as she walked over. Bette’s eyes were draw to her perfect breasts. She shook her head and looked away.
“I’m sorry I don’t know,” The woman had a southern drawl that Bette was drawn too. “I’m Tina Kennard, CEO of Festival Studios.”
“Bette Porter,” Bette shook Tina’s hand and found herself not wanting to let go. she slowly draw her hand back.
“The same Bette Porter who owns the gallery in West Hollywood?”
“Yes,” Bette smiled, turning on her own charm. “Have you been?”
“Yes, I bought a female nude from you about six months ago,”
“I’m sorry I don’t remember you,” Bette said softly.
“I dealt with a gentleman called James, he was very good,”
“That’s my assistant.” Bette smiled.
“What brings you to a party at a studio?” Tina asked,