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    Chapter XVIII – Empire State of Mind – Lead Pussycat

    Jenna cut herself off, and shouted back, “Oh, hey Eve!”

    She explained quickly to Bette, making sure Tina heard her also on the phone, “Eve Waterhouse.  Trevor’s sister, recently divorced.  Old friend at university.”

    Eve was walking over to join them.

    “I’m keeping the phone on T,” Bette whispered hurriedly.

    “’Kay,” Tina answered, and then tapped the “mute” button so that Eve wouldn’t overhear sounds from her end of the call.

    “I gotta say, Jenna that there is a clusterfuck of people back there pretending to keep their eyes on the screen,” Eve drawled, slurring her speech slightly.  “But they’re actually ogling the two of you out here, sexy and beautiful, glued together in the darkness, doing heaven knows what!”

    “Oh, shut up, Eve,” Jenna shot back with a nervous laugh, stepping away from Bette at the same time.

    Eve walked up next to Jenna, eyeing Bette, “I mean it Jenna.  People have been staring, whispering … jealous, I think, because you two make such a cute couple.”

    “Eve …”

    “Where are your manners, Jenna?” Eve continued, cutting in and openly sizing Bette up now.  “Aren’t you going to introduce us?”

    “Eve, Bette Porter-Kennard,” Jenna said, introducing the two to each other. “Bette, Eve Waterhouse.”

    “B-e-e-e-tte,” Eva drawled, extending a hand, “A pleasure.  If you’ll allow me, Jenna really shouldn’t hog such a fine-looking…”

    “Eve, please!” Jenna exclaimed again.

    Bette summoned a light chuckle, and shook the hand offered, “Well, I’m sure you know flattery will get you everywhere, Eve.”

    “Mmm, not idle flattery, Bette.  Is Jenna taking you back to London?  I hope so, because I really hope to see you during this bash my friends are throwing for me in The Box on Wednesday,” Eve murmured.

    “Umm… I was planning to head straight to New York, actually,” Jenna answered quickly, as Bette stepped back and gave Jenna a questioning look.  What do we do about this?

    “Oh, come, come, Jen,” Eve responded, using Jenna’s pet name, trying to cajole her. “The guys from Read & Watersmith and Bolton Sculpture will be there.  You’ve been trying to connect with them, right?  Well, I told them all about you when I saw them out in Grasse earlier today, and mentioned your clients in Asia, and the artists you’ve been working with.  They’re excited to get together with you.  You’ve got to admit it makes sense for your clients and for the artists you’ve been working with for you to make those connections right?”

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    1. So the plot thickens! I’m so intrigued. Thanks to Command for another great update. Can’t wait for the next post and what happens when / if Tina meets up with her fathers mistress.

    2. I love jealous Tina!! Jenna better keep her hands to herself least she be clawed by the Lead Pussycat. I hope Bette is doing the right thing. I’m not sure to trust Peter and Trevor. But the mission has to be done to make sure the gold is returned to its rightful owners. No more injuries for Bette, please. PPS

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