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She had more or less convinced herself she'd dreamed this place. The writers' room had gone on being the writers' room, they'd all weathered Hilary's rivalry with Grace Cavendish, and while Betty has no idea what happened to upset Mr. Winthrop, it seems to have blown over too.
Which is good, because she's got more than enough to do right now, building up for the big debut of Lord Branley on The Hands of Time.
So clearly, the whole notion that there was some kind of mystical bar in her office was just a fevered dream from too much work and not enough sleep.
Except . . .
Except here it is again.
Betty Roberts stands near the door, clutching a script and not quite sure what to do.
Which is good, because she's got more than enough to do right now, building up for the big debut of Lord Branley on The Hands of Time.
So clearly, the whole notion that there was some kind of mystical bar in her office was just a fevered dream from too much work and not enough sleep.
Except . . .
Except here it is again.
Betty Roberts stands near the door, clutching a script and not quite sure what to do.