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    (return of) Love’s Calling: 1 – What Happened?

    It was late Tuesday afternoon
    and Tina Kennard was sitting at her desk, in the Alphaville studio executive
    suites, trying to finish up the last of the work she wanted to get done for the
    day.

    She called her assistant into her office.

    Tina: “Cindy, can you please bring me the file on that potential new
    client we discussed earlier?”

    Cindy: “Yes, boss.”

    Cindy returned shortly and handed Tina the file. Tina was hoping this potential
    client would decide to join forces with Alphaville. She wanted to try and set
    up a meeting for this week to meet with the writer and see if she could
    convince them to agree to let Alphaville develop their story into a feature
    film. She glanced at her watch checking the time before she picked up the phone
    and quickly dialed the number.

    ‘God, how many more attempts until I reach her?’ Tina thought. She had tried to
    reach her unsuccessfully on several occasions but they had only managed to play
    phone tag. She had decided to wait until after normal office hours to return
    the last call in hopes that she might actually be able to catch them at home.

    Bette Porter checked her watch and realized that she was probably going to be
    late to meet Alice, Dana and Shane at the restaurant where they were meeting up
    for dinner. She gathered up her things and headed out the door.

    ‘I better call the girls and tell them I’m running late’ she thought. She got
    to the front door of the gallery before she realized that she had left her cell
    phone lying on her desk. She turned and headed back to her office to grab her
    phone.

    Bette had to chuckle to herself. ‘Imagine that? Bette Porter forgetting her
    cell! Alice would get a kick out that…since she says it’s surgically implanted
    into my ear.’

    Bette also remembered an important call she had been eagerly awaiting. She had
    been expecting a call from a promising artist that she had been trying to reach
    for the past two weeks. She had called on several different occasions and hadn’t
    managed to reach and had opted not to leave a message. Early today she had
    tried to phone them again but once again they were not there. Bette finally
    relented and opted to leave a message stating who she was and asking that they
    call her because she was interested in taking a look at their work and possibly
    setting up a show at her gallery. As she neared her office, she heard the phone
    ringing and took off in a sprint to answer it.

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    Comments

    1. Ahhhh I’m sooo excited to see you guys back!!! *Does little happy dance* My jaw dropped, my eyes popped open, and I literally squealed when I saw that you had posted!! I haven’t forgotten how much I love this story. What a treat it is to reread it from the beginning. Welcome back you two, I’m glad both of you are well!!!

    2. Hell Yea! It’s about time. I’ve had a helluva day and I return home to find this wonderful colaboration again. You two have made my day, it’s like seeing an old friend you’ve been missing. Thank you for coming back and sharing your writing talents with us again. You have been missed.

    3. HOLLY mother fucking shit!!! OMG it’s BT!!! What’s up dawg, yeah doing the running man to my own beat in my head.
      WOW ok shit why am I so happy?? oh that’s right it must be cause I’m high.
      And what’s up to this new writer?? or something you know it would just be best if you told me your name. tell me or shit I’ll just give you a name. ok peeps I’m out now I need to go call someone and set up a dinner date. what’s the best number to call to talk to someone?? I’m thinking 911 sounds good

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