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    I’m your ally…

    ‘Really Miss Peabody, I don’t think you’re in any position to judge my integrity’. The woman barked a short laugh. ‘Roll the tape Stacey, let the board see who’s orders they’re following’

     

    Lights dimmed in the board room, and a picture appeared on the overhead screen. It was a poorly lit, grainy image, as if the camera was somewhere hidden on a person. No matter how bad the picture though, there was no mistaking the person in it.

     

    It was Helena. A very drunken Helena, sitting behind her desk. She was swivelling aimlessly in her chair, not paying heed to what was being said to her. The voice off-camera was asking her, quite condescendingly ‘Miss Peabody, are you alright?’ ‘Yes ‘m fiiine’ Helena slurred badly, and her voice sounded thick.

     

    There were a few gasps in the room, but quite a few sniggers as well. Helena buried her face in her hands as the tape rolled. She thought about what she could do. Yell at them to stop this display? No, they’d probably refuse and that news would spread much faster. Helena Peabody, smashed. And couldn’t make them stop. What if I got begged? No…well, not yet. Helena was so humiliated that she could barely think of what to do.

     

    ‘Turn that off. Get the lights please’ Came an authoritative voice, the sound of heels tapping in its wake. Helena turned to see who had entered the room. Bette?

     

    Bette walked to the head of the table and turned to the woman. ‘Your application for a grant is rejected. Peabody Foundation will not fund a researcher who would resort to blackmail. Please leave the premises right this moment’ Fuck off and die, really. ‘your equipment will be sent to you’

     

    Her head snapped to Helena’s assistant. You back-stabbing bitch. ‘Stacey, your services are no longer required, and nor are yours’ she nodded to one of the board members who’d been looking particularly smug.

     

    Everyone in the room, including Helena, was looking dumbfounded at this new arrival. Amazingly, it was the blubbering Stacey who found her voice first ‘who are you? What are you doing here?’

     

    YOU are asking ME who I am? ‘My name is Bette Porter and I’m…’

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    Comments

    1. Ohhhh keep it going! I love it already! More, please! I was such a captive audience that I read this way too fast, which I tend to do when I am really in to something. I think it deserves to be read again.

    2. oh please oh please oh please have some more dreams about this and continue, is there no way we could possibly manipulate your dreams like maybe creating a dream manipulation device…hmmm interesting… ok wishful thinking, but whatever you write, will read, so on that note i will be eagerly awaiting your next BeLenafied installment. thank you

    3. really enjoyed the chapter. love the bette/helena combination – passion waiting to happen. i particularly enjoyed the “silent comments” by each of the characters. more please!!!!

    4. ok it’ll look silly that i’m commenting here now but i just wanted to tell annieb69 that this aint related to the ski lift chapter. so annie69: this aint related to the ski lift chapter! :D seven and Seahurst, thanks to u too! ok i’ll bugger off now

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