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Post by GIOVANNA on Oct 31, 2009 2:27:07 GMT -5
entry 466
The Forrester Mansion, The Kitchen The Same Time
Ann sat at the table, Irina sat opposite her.
Ann: I appreciate you hearing me out.
Irina smiled.
Irina: No problem.
Ann: Would you like to take a day off?
Irina shook her head.
Irina: I need the money.
Ann waved her hand.
Ann: With pay. I talked to Sally, and she said you really stepped up to the plate for my daughter when she had her breakdown. I need to call Thorne about staying with him.
Irina: Why?
Ann: I have to talk to my daughter, and when she finds out I turned Ridge in, she'll be furious.
Irina shuddered.
Irina: But I called the police.
Ann: Because I told you to. Unless she reads over the police report, she'll never know.
Irina: She'll find out, anyway. I don't have a good poker face. Just a question, if I were to resign, would you give me a reference?
Ann: Of course. You're honest, punctual, and responsible. And you can probably ask Adam for one as well. You may also ask Eric.
Irina exhaled.
Irina: I know it sounds hasty, but if Mrs. Forrester is going to be angry at you for doing the right thing, I don't want to work for her. I always knew Ridge was spoiled, but my God. Violating a court order?
Ann shook her head. The phone rang and Ann picked it up.
Ann: Hello?
Voice: Hello, Ann? It's Brooke.
Ann: Hello. How are you holding up?
Brooke laughed hollowly.
Brooke: Shaken up. I really appreciate your getting my children home. I guess I wanted to thank you.
Ann: You're welcome, Dear.
Brooke: I also talked to Mr. Cheng.
Ann: And?
Brooke: Ridge is still in jail. He plead guilty and got sentenced to probation. As a result, he has to stay at a group home and his driver's license has been revoked. So he has to rely on a bus from the group home.
Ann: A group home? I don't understand.
Brooke: For ex-cons and men who need to be monitored. The bus is taking him there tomorrow.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Oct 31, 2009 13:25:58 GMT -5
entry 467
A High-Rise Apartment Ten P.M.
The man sat in the darkness, watching the news.
Newscaster: In the world of fashion today, Ridge Forrester, known as either the felon of fashion for his assault on his former boss, Forrester CEO Brooke Logan, or Redneck Ridge, for his quasi-fling with his former sister, Bridget Forrester, plead guilty to violating a restraining order and custodial interference. As a result, Mr. Forrester not only lost his driver's license but was sentenced to probation and a stay in a group home for former cons.
The man heard nothing, but could not take his eyes off the picture of Ridge kissing Bridget. He picked up the phone and dialed.
The County Jail Eleven P.M.
The figure in the black trench coat and fedora hat whispered something to the burly guard and slipped him a wad of money. The guard took it and led the figure to the cell, opened the door, and stepped aside.
The figure stared at the person who had caused so much pain to their family and felt a surge of rage. Shaking such thoughts aside, the figure pulled out a cloth and walked over to the sleeping figure.
Figure: Ridge?
He stirred and rolled over, then opened his eyes. When he saw the identity of his visitor, he gasped.
Ridge: You.
The figure moved closer and put the cloth over his mouth, causing him to lose consciousness. Then the individual pulled out a knife and cut him in the forearm. Wordlessly they dipped their finger in the blood and wrote the word p%ick on the wall. Mission accomplished, they left.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Nov 5, 2009 20:58:17 GMT -5
entry 468
Heather's Apartment, The Bedroom Midnight
The phone rang. Heather struggled awake and reached for it. She turned the light on.
Heather: Crap. Who the hell could be calling?
She answered.
Heather: Hello, Page here.
Voice: Hello, Ms. Page?
Heather: Yeah, this is she.
Voice: Are you Ridge Forrester's attorney of record?
Heather: Unfortunately, yes.
Voice: This is the warden at the jail. Your client has been attacked.
Heather: Damn. Is he dead?
Voice: No, he got stabbed in his cell. He's in the infirmary. It was a superficial wound.
Heather: So stitch him up. Unless he's dying, it's not my concern.
Voice: He's asking for you.
Heather: Well, give me a few minutes.
The Jail Twenty Minutes Later
Jeffrey stood in Ridge's cell, looking at the word on the wall. He thought about his conversation with the doctor.
Jeffrey: So, how bad is it?
Doctor: Not bad. I stitched him up.
Jeffrey: Ok.
Doctor: Actually, he didn't really need stitches. I just did it as a precaution, as he was making noise.
Jeffrey exhaled.
Jeffrey: What was he cut with?
Doctor: I don't know. But whatever it was, it was clean.
Jeffrey: Just a question, was his life in any danger?
Doctor: No.
Jeffrey: Could this wound have been self-inflicted?
Doctor: Yes.
Jeffrey shook his head. He knew he was being cynical, but he didn't believe for one minute that Ridge was attacked. For starters, had he been attacked by an inmate, they would have done more damage. The idiot was probably stalling his stay at the group home. He turned to the detective.
Jeffrey: Dust this cell for prints.
The Judge's Chambers Ten Minutes Later
Heather sat opposite the judge, Jeffrey sat next to her.
Jeffrey: I hope Ms. Page doesn't expect Mr. Forrester's trip downtown to be postponed.
Heather cleared her throat.
Roberts: Ms. Page?
Heather: I don't. I'm just here as a formality. I am curious about the status of the investigation of my client's stabbing.
Roberts: Mr. Cheng?
Jeffrey: The tech is dusting for prints as we speak. If there was a stabbing, the results should tell us more.
Roberts: What do you mean, "If there was a stabbing"?
Jeffrey: Based on reports, I have reason to believe that Mr. Forrester did this to himself.
Heather: Excuse me?
Roberts: That's a serious charge. What are you basing it on?
Jeffrey: Mr. Forrester's mother faked a stroke to get what she wanted. She claimed to have a stroke, and not only did she put on a performance that would make Meryl Streep green with envy, she tied up medical resources and personnel to keep the scam going. She also paid a doctor a million dollars to back her story and this little drama starring the bitch of Bel Air as a stroke victim went on for a week. It is my opinion that Mr. Forrester took a page out of his mother's ugly rule book. After all, what's a self-inflicted wound compared to one million dollars?
Heather: Did Brooke Logan tell you that? A bitter ex-wife.
Jeffrey: No, Nick Marone did. He was very forthcoming.
Heather: Nick Marone is probably still pissed at my client for interfering in his marriage.
Jeffrey: You belittle my witnesses in an attempt to exonerate your raping client all you like, but if there is one bloody fingerprint that matches Ridge Forrester's, I will bill him for the hours spent by the police searching for some phantom assailant. And I will make him apologize to the boys in cell block C for scaring them.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Nov 5, 2009 22:15:41 GMT -5
entry 469
Brooke's House The Same Time
Detective Mark Baker stood outside the mansion with the for sale sign and knocked. He was a tall black man with his head shaved to the scalp and looked more like a GQ model than a cop. He shook his head, as he thought he was wasting his time. But the Asian DA had instructed him to follow up on a jail-house stabbing.
Some stabbing, the victim hadn't even lost a pint of blood.
Inside
Brooke tied her white terrycloth robe tighter around her as she walked towards the door. Dammit, she was in no mood for company, after the day she had had. Thank God Giovanni was there, although she had him in a guest bedroom. She opened the door and saw a young man standing in front of her. He raised an eyebrow.
Mark: Hello. Ms. Logan, I presume?
She nodded and stepped aside.
Brooke: May I help you?
Mark entered.
Mark: I'm Detective Baker from LAPD.
She cursed to herself. If this had anything to do with Ridge, she was going to go down to the jail and kick the crap out of him. The bastard was out of her life, and she wanted it to stay that way.
Brooke: Ok.
Mark took her in. He had expected to see a vibrant blond instead of this woman, who looked like she was still asleep.
He heard a noise and looked up to see a tall blond man in a black robe on the stairs.
Giovanni: Brooke?
She gestured.
Brooke: I've got this.
She turned to Mark.
Brooke: What is it?
Mark: Your ex-husband, Ridge Forrester.
She scowled.
Brooke: What about him?
Mark: He was attacked tonight.
Brooke: Please tell me he's still in jail.
Mark: Why would you say that?
She exhaled.
Brooke: I have a restraining order against his ass, and today he violated it by picking up my two small children. He was arrested, and anything that happens to him after that is not my concern.
Mark: He was in jail, in answer to your question.
Brooke: Just a question, is he dead?
Mark: No.
Giovanni cleared his throat.
Giovanni: Can this wait? My fiancee has had a rough day.
Mark: Just a few questions. Where have you been tonight?
Typical, she thought.
Brooke: Here. I have been here since I came home from work tonight.
Giovanni: Ms. Logan has been here since eight o'clock.
Mark: Is this true?
Brooke: Yes.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Nov 7, 2009 2:40:25 GMT -5
entry 470
Brooke's House The Same Time
Mark turned to Giovanni.
Mark: And who are you?
Giovanni: Giovanni Castinelli, Ms. Logan's fiancee.
Mark: I see. And you have been here as well?
Giovanni: I have. I got here at eight o'clock.
He came down the stairs.
Giovanni: How bad is it?
Mark: Not bad. We're just following up on the incident as a formality.
Brooke coughed.
Brooke: Detective.
Mark: Yes?
Brooke: I know you might think I'm being a bitch, but Mr. Forrester violated a restraining order. He's done it before, and the only reason I didn't report him earlier was because he seemed to back off when I hung up on him.
Mark: Very well. And you have someone who can vouch for your whereabouts?
She sighed.
Brooke: My nanny, Catherine. I have her number. She was with me from the time I came home until eight, when Mr. Castinelli arrived. And Nick Marone, Thorne Forrester, and Ann Douglas were here as well.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Nov 7, 2009 2:45:09 GMT -5
entry 471
The Infirmary The Same Time
Ridge sat on a bed, sulking. He knew he should get some sleep, but he was pissed off. He could not believe someone had knocked him out and stabbed him in the arm. Plus the indignity of having that ugly word on the wall of his cell bugged him. Just what had he done to deserve the run of bad luck he was having? He shuddered as he thought of his attacker. There was no way he could turn this person in, besides, if he did, no one would believe him.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Nov 7, 2009 3:05:08 GMT -5
entry 472
Nick Marone's Mansion Thirty Minutes Later
Nick stepped out of the shower and wrapped a robe around himself. After leaving Brooke's, he had called George and asked to meet him for a beer. He had paid the nanny double to stay over, and he had told George he would be in the office a bit later. For the hundredth time, he cursed his brother and and his scummy behavior. Just what the hell was he thinking, violating a court order?
There was knocking at his door, and he went downstairs to answer it. He opened the door to see a tall, black man in a suit.
Nick: Yes?
Man: Mr. Marone?
Nick: Yes.
Man: I'm Detective Baker, LAPD. May I come in?
Nick: Of course.
Mark entered and Nick closed the door.
Nick: What can I do for you?
Mark: Your brother was stabbed tonight.
Nick coughed.
Nick: Ridge Forrester?
Mark: That's right.
Nick: My God. Is he dead?
Mark: No. It wasn't serious.
Nick: Ok.
Mark: The reason I'm here is the fact that this may have been an outside job.
Nick: Why would you say that?
Mark: The wound was superficial. Had it been an inside job, it would have been more serious.
Nick: Well, my brother has a habit of pissing people off.
Mark: So I've heard. And since he was on the news tonight with his arrest, that makes the pool of suspects a bit wide. So. Where have you-
Nick: I was at my former wife's house.
Mark: Brooke Logan.
Nick: That's right. We share two sons, and my brother violated a court order and picked up the older one, RJ, and his sister. After I left, I was here until nine, then I met my employee for a beer. We came back after eleven.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Nov 11, 2009 2:59:13 GMT -5
entry 473
The Forrester Mansion The Next Morning, Nine A.M.
Ann sat at the kitchen table, nursing a cup of tea. She had talked to Thorne about staying at his home, as she had a gut feeling her daughter was going to kick her out when she found out about Ridge's arrest. She was going to tell her when she visited her, as it was an unpleasant task that needed to be done.
Thomas sauntered in the kitchen, interrupting her train of thought. He walked to the coffee maker and poured a cup.
Ann: Good morning.
He nodded to her.
Ann: Have you talked to your father?
Thomas: No. Should I have?
Ann: Did you see the news?
Thomas: No.
Ann: Well, your father's been arrested.
He shrugged.
Ann shook her head. Not an ounce of concern for his father.
Ann: Well?
Thomas: Well, what? I assume he got bailed out.
Ann: No, he didn't. He violated the restraining order against Brooke, so he was arrested. And he was sentenced to a group home.
Thomas: That bitch. I should have known. She's still punishing Dad.
Ann: She's hardly punishing your father. She has a right to protect her children, and your father broke the law.
Thomas: I'll kill her.
Ann: You're not going near her.
She stood up and tossed a piece of paper at him.
Ann: She filed a restraining order against you, and if you go near either her or her children, she will have you arrested.
He scoffed.
Thomas: What a drama queen she is. Like I'd do anything to her two brats.
Ann: Considering how depraved you are, I wouldn't want you near my children, either.
Thomas: Screw you.
She stepped forward and slapped him. He put his hand to his face and glared at her, then opened his mouth.
Ann: Call me a bitch and I slap the other cheek. I'm not Brooke, there is a limit to what I will take.
Thomas: Very well. I'm going to visit my grandmother.
Ann: Not until you and I meet with your grandfather about what topics of conversation are permissible.
Thomas: Excuse me?
Ann: I don't want you getting MY daughter keyed up. She doesn't need to be stewing over Brooke.
Thomas: Oh, so now you care. Too bad you didn't when that old bastard was-
She hauled off and slapped him.
Ann: At least I have it in me to admit when I mess up, which is more than I can say for you. And as for "That old bastard," may I remind you that if it weren't for John, you wouldn't be here. Your lack of respect for your elders is appalling.
He scoffed.
Ann: You go do whatever it is that you do when you are bored. But if I catch you acting up and creating drama, well, it will get very unpleasant for you.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Nov 11, 2009 3:10:05 GMT -5
entry 474
Spectra Fashions The Same Time
Ridge slunk past the receptionist and headed for his office. Adam stuck his head out of his office and noticed him.
Adam: Ridge.
Ridge turned to him.
Ridge: Yes?
Adam: My office. Now.
Adam's Office Two Minutes Later
Adam sat at his desk and gestured for Ridge to have a seat, which he did. Ridge exhaled.
Adam: I'll come straight to the point.
Ridge: What?
Adam: I was watching the news, and imagine my dismay when the newscaster did a feature on you getting arrested for violating a restraining order.
Oh, crap, Ridge thought.
Adam: Please tell me this was a rumor.
Ridge: It wasn't. I picked Hope and RJ up from school and my bitch of a grandmother found out about it. She had me arrested.
Adam shook his head.
Ridge: Not only did I get arrested, but the judge sentenced me to probation and a group home. And he took my driver's license. Can you believe this crap? I have to be driven to and from work like a kid.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Nov 13, 2009 1:13:22 GMT -5
entry 475
Adam's Office The Same Time
Adam: Let me get this straight, you picked up Hope and RJ in violation of a restraining order?
Ridge: So? I wasn't planning on keeping them indefinitely.
Adam: Well, I'm sure Brooke appreciated that.
Ridge: She and Thorne are being difficult. They are actually trying to cut Mother out of Hope and Ally's lives. I figured that, if I kept Hope and RJ for a few days, Brooke would reconsider.
Adam tossed his pen down.
Adam: After all I've done to keep you out of jail. How could you be so stupid?
Ridge: For God's sake, Mother is their grandmother.
Adam: Yeah, well, she was also grandmother to Morgan De Witt's two babies, and we all saw how THAT turned out.
Ridge scowled.
Ridge: That isn't fair.
Adam: You know, I have cut you a lot of slack, Ridge. Yet instead of learning from your mistakes, you pull the same crap, over and over.
Ridge: Are you firing me?
Adam: No, as we have a showing. But I am warning you, the next time you have a brush with the law, you're on your own.
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Brooke IS the Bold & the Beautiful!
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Post by MissJr on Nov 14, 2009 15:48:56 GMT -5
Girl, girl, girl, girl! Where do I begin?!
I've been keeping up with your fan fic but "real life" keeps getting in the way and I haven't had a chance to respond. This story has quite a few twists and turns in it. So Ridge was actually stabbed at the group home. Now ask me if I feel an ounce of sympathy for his sorry butt? He's like the Energizer bunny. The more he gets slapped down, he just keeps going and going and going. His arrogance knows no bounds! I still can't believe he is defending his decision to kidnap Hope and RJ. That he would stand up in open court and sass the judge is appalling. Then he steps it up a notch by thinking he can run that line of bull on Adam, who has been amazingly patient with the creep.
I wonder who the culprit is and who gave the order to try to eliminate Ridge. He was lucky this time that it was "only" a flesh wound. When it comes to arrogance, ThomAss is just like his father. He's another little Energizer Bunny who just keeps going and going. Thankfully, Ann reacted the way any other great grandparent would to a heathen who tells her to her face to screw him. Go, Ann!
The police sure do move quickly, don't they? They wasted no time in questioning Brooke and Nick. I'm glad that Brooke is so fed up that she refuses to feel sorry for that creep she was going to marry.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Nov 16, 2009 3:17:38 GMT -5
entry 476
The Psychiatric Wing Ten-Thirty A.M.
Ann Douglas walked towards her daughter's room. She was dreading this visit, as she was going to tell her daughter about Ridge's arrest. She stopped in the doorway when she saw her great grandson, sitting in a chair.
Spoiled little punk, she thought, narrowing her eyes.
Thomas: So I went to Brooke's house and a man was there.
Stephanie shook her head.
Stephanie: Why am I even surprised? That tramp-
Ann coughed, and Stephanie looked up.
Stephanie: Mother.
Ann smiled politely.
Ann: Hello, Dear. Are you up for a visit from your mother?
Stephanie: I guess. actually Thomas-
Ann: Thomas, I just remembered something. I forgot my tea.
He stared at her.
Ann pulled a twenty dollar bill out and handed it to him.
Ann: I saw a Starbucks downstairs. Why don't you get me a tea and a chocolate chip frappucino for your grandmother? Make it a large.
Thomas opened his mouth, then got up and left. Stephanie watched her mother.
Stephanie: What is a frappucino?
Ann: Oh, this cold cream drink from Starbucks. I had one the other day with Felicia, and it was delicious.
Stephanie: I need to lose weight.
Ann narrowed her eyes and walked up to her, then peered into her face.
Ann: You look kind of thin to me. Besides, it's only one drink.
Stephanie: Ok, I guess. Still-
Ann waved her hand.
Ann: Just one drink. Humor me. What was Thomas talking about before I showed up?
Stephanie: That damn tramp.
Ann: What damn tramp?
Stephanie: Brooke, of course.
Ann: Indeed. Does he like asparagus?
Stephanie: No, he hates it.
Ann: Well, that takes care of what we will be having for dinner tonight.
Stephanie: Mother.
Ann: Don't "Mother" me. I told him that he was not to discuss certain topics with you, and he does it, anyway.
She sat down.
Ann: You have a lot to look forward to, and I don't want Thomas stirring up trouble.
Stephanie: My son is working for those trashy people.
Ann: Stephanie.
Stephanie: What?
Ann: I assume you are talking about the Spectra's. Speaking of them, Sally asked about you. Since you are both expecting a grandchild, it might be a good idea if you buried the hatchet.
Stephanie snorted.
Stephanie: I will never accept that tramp's bastard as my grandchild.
Ann: I'm sorry you feel that way, Dear. I've seen pictures of Jasmine, and she's a lovely girl.
Stephanie: What is going on at my house, Mother? Thomas says you threw Ridge out.
Ann: Oh, that. Well, I suggested to Ridge that he pay rent and support Jasmine, and he didn't agree with me. So he moved out.
Stephanie: You threw MY son out?
Ann: I gave him an option to pay rent and do right by Jasmine or seek other accommodations, and he chose the later.
Stephanie: That is MY house, Mother. Ridge is welcome to stay as long as he likes, considering that bitch cruelly threw him out.
Ann: What "bitch"?
Stephanie: Brooke.
Ann: Your son lied to Brooke, cheated on her, and was planning on getting her fired. I don't see as she had much choice but to end it.
Stephanie: She has no place at MY company.
Ann gritted her teeth. Damn, she was dreading this.
Ann: If you are not happy with the way I am running things, I can move out.
Stephanie: Don't be ridiculous. You need to stay there, I don't want Eric taking it from me.
Ann: I don't see Eric as doing that.
Stephanie: Still. If you're there-
Ann held up her hand.
Ann: I'll stay. But I have some news that you're not going to like.
Stephanie: What?
Ann: The restraining order Brooke filed against the two of you.
Stephanie snorted.
Stephanie: That pesky thing. Don't tell me she's decided to drop it.
Ann: Actually, Ridge violated it. He picked up her two children and brought them to your home.
Stephanie: So? He's a better parent than their tramp of a mother.
Ann exhaled. That's debatable, considering how Thomas turned out, she thought.
Ann: You need to stop using foul language to describe Brooke. She's out of your life and company. And she's out of Ridge's life.
Stephanie snorted.
Ann: Ridge violated the restraining order.
She stood up.
Ann: I had him arrested.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Nov 16, 2009 18:25:02 GMT -5
Girl, girl, girl, girl! Where do I begin?! I've been keeping up with your fan fic but "real life" keeps getting in the way and I haven't had a chance to respond. This story has quite a few twists and turns in it. So Ridge was actually stabbed at the group home. Now ask me if I feel an ounce of sympathy for his sorry butt? He's like the Energizer bunny. The more he gets slapped down, he just keeps going and going and going. His arrogance knows no bounds! I still can't believe he is defending his decision to kidnap Hope and RJ. That he would stand up in open court and sass the judge is appalling. Then he steps it up a notch by thinking he can run that line of bull on Adam, who has been amazingly patient with the creep. I wonder who the culprit is and who gave the order to try to eliminate Ridge. He was lucky this time that it was "only" a flesh wound. When it comes to arrogance, ThomAss is just like his father. He's another little Energizer Bunny who just keeps going and going. Thankfully, Ann reacted the way any other great grandparent would to a heathen who tells her to her face to screw him. Go, Ann! The police sure do move quickly, don't they? They wasted no time in questioning Brooke and Nick. I'm glad that Brooke is so fed up that she refuses to feel sorry for that creep she was going to marry. Thanks for your comments. And it is just like Ridge to think there is nothing wrong with his conduct. He just screws up and he usually has mommy clean his messes up. As for his assailant, they just wanted to scare him.
Poor Ann! Imagine wanting to make amends with your daughter, only to find out she has raised a thug on wheels for a son and a thug in training for a grandson.
Poor Brooke as well. She has a company to run and a wedding to plan, and this creep keeps inserting his ass into her life.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Nov 16, 2009 22:19:33 GMT -5
entry 477
Stephanie's Room The Same Time
Stephanie stared at her mother in horror.
Surely she hadn't heard her right.
Stephanie: What did you say?
Ann: I had Ridge arrested.
Stephanie: You-I-you wouldn't do that.
Ann: Yes, I would. He needs to leave Brooke alone, period.
Stephanie stood up in a rage.
Stephanie: I thought you wanted my forgiveness.
Ann: I do.
Stephanie: So how could you do such a thing?
Ann: He broke the law, he needs to pay.
Stephanie: I-you had my child arrested.
Ann: Your child is over forty, and he still doesn't know how to behave like an adult.
Stephanie: I want him out of that place.
Ann: You mean jail.
Stephanie: Yes.
Ann: He's no longer there. He was sentenced to a group home, as terms of his probation.
Stephanie started to shake, and her mother got up.
Stephanie: What kind of group home?
Ann: He gets his own room, but the other residents are men who have just been released from prison.
Stephanie moved towards Ann, and the older woman backed towards the door. When she reached the doorway, two orderlies stopped. Stephanie slapped her mother, and the two men moved forward.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Nov 16, 2009 22:37:05 GMT -5
entry 478
An Apartment in Century City Noon
Bill Spencer sipped his coffee as he read over the news. He exhaled, thinking of the medical test he had paid for. It was a revolutionary procedure dealing with heart transplants, and he had paid a pretty penny for it. The doctor he hired had managed to manufacture a heart that was an exact duplicate for a patient who had given his heart up. Of course, he had to get permission from the man's family before he did anything.
He recalled his conversation with Stephen Logan.
Flashback
It was the day after Stephen Logan, junior's death, and he had called the grieving father in. They agreed to meet at his house.
Stephen entered, looking older than his years. Bill stood up and shook his hand.
Bill: Mr. Logan.
Stephan: Call me Stephen.
Bill smiled a wintry smile.
Bill: Very well, Stephen. Please, have a seat.
Stephen sat down.
Bill: I'm sorry for your loss. Burying a child is an ordeal no one should suffer.
Stephen: Thank you.
Bill: Actually, your son's death is why I'm here.
Stephen looked at him.
Bill: There is a test I am willing to pay for, and I need a test subject. I have a doctor who, how should I put this, specializes in heart transplants..
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Post by GIOVANNA on Nov 16, 2009 23:13:11 GMT -5
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Heather's Office The Same Time
Heather tapped her manicured index nail on her desk as she held the phone to her ear. A man answered.
Voice: Hello, Marone Industries.
Heather: Yes, may I speak to Dominic Payne, please?
Voice: This is he.
Heather: Hello, Mr. Marone. My name is Heather Page and I'm representing your brother.
There was coughing.
Nick: I don't have a brother. You must mean my father's older son.
Heather: Ridge Forrester is my client.
Nick: I'm sorry about your luck. So. What can I do for you?
Heather: My client mentioned that your father's will was going to be read. I was just calling about the time.
Nick: William Danforth handles my father's estate. His number is two-one-three-four-five-two-three-one-six. He called me and said the reading will be on Friday.
He coughed again.
Nick: Figures the dressmaker wouldn't call me after our father's funeral, but he sure as hell has time for the reading of the will.
Heather: Actually, he won't be attending. His movements are limited to work and the group home, so he asked me to attend.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Nov 20, 2009 1:37:09 GMT -5
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The Forrester Mansion One-Thirty P.M.
Ann sat in the study, rubbing her head. She could not believe her daughter raised her hand to her. Unbelievable!
Fortunately the men in the white coats had been there to subdue her. She did want to repair her relationship with her daughter, but there was a limit to what she would do to make that happen, and it disgusted her that Stephanie was making a federal case over her worthless brat being arrested. If John had been alive to see what a common thug his grandson had turned out to be, he would be horrified. Imagine, chasing after a former girlfriend and removing her two children to make a point. If Ridge had shown one ounce of regret for his nonsense, it would be different. She sighed, realizing that she was worrying and fretting over something that she could do nothing about.
I'll let Stephanie sleep on it, she thought. In the meantime, she decided to call Felicia and visit with Dante, junior. She smiled at the thought of her great grandson, as he was a gorgeous little boy, what with his big, brown eyes, like a deer in the woods.
The phone rang and she picked it up.
Ann: Hello?
Voice: Hello, Grandmother? It's Ridge.
Ann: Yes, Ridge. How are your current living arrangements?
He started to snivel.
Ridge: What do you care?
I asked, didn't I, she thought of saying, but decided that this adjustment was a big shock, considering the way he had gotten his way before.
Ridge: But since you asked, this place sucks. My sheets are only a hundred and twenty thread count, and this dresser is so ugly. I'll bet these people got it at the salvation army.
Ann: Well, I'll come by and bring you some clothes. I'm sorry I didn't get to it last night.
He snorted.
Ridge: Plus my lawyer called. She honestly expects payment for this travesty.
Ann sighed. She wondered how he would like prison, what with his whining about the group home.
Ann: So pay her. At least you aren't in prison.
Ridge: I will not. I figure, since you got me arrested, YOU can pay her.
She started coughing.
Ann: I'm not a bank. Just pay the woman. And you should be grateful that I am offering to get you some clothes.
Ridge: Whatever. I need to get ahold of Logan.
Ann: You mean Brooke.
Ridge: Yep. I have tried calling her, but her number isn't listed.
Ann: You do not need to be calling Brooke. Your interfering in her life is what got you in this mess.
Ridge: I need to talk to her.
She shook her head, wondering for the tenth time if there was something wrong with her grandson. Brooke fired him, filed a restraining order, and made no move to contact him, and here he was, mooning over her.
Ridge: If you could get a message to her, I would-
Ann: No. I'm getting ready to see your sister and your nephew. Why don't you call later and give Irina your new address so that I can bring your things over.
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Post by MissJr on Nov 20, 2009 13:19:22 GMT -5
Like Ann, I'm also wondering if something is seriously wrong with Ridge--like maybe he was dropped on his head at birth or something. Dude, do you have to hit rock bottom before you finally leave Brooke alone? One would think that being confined to a group home with some ankle jewelry (courtesy of Los Angeles County and not Cartier) would be a strong deterrent to his stalkerish tendencies. Evidently, not. And, in case Ridge missed it, his grandmother is not obligated to pay his legal bills. That contract is between him and Jonathan's firm. Although, I'm ashamed to admit that I don't blame Ridge for whining about the threadbare sheets! LOL!
Slapping your 80-something mother, Stephanie? Really?! Evidently, Ann doesn't realize that Ridge isn't the only thug in the Douglas/Forrester family.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Nov 21, 2009 3:13:56 GMT -5
Like Ann, I'm also wondering if something is seriously wrong with Ridge--like maybe he was dropped on his head at birth or something. Dude, do you have to hit rock bottom before you finally leave Brooke alone? One would think that being confined to a group home with some ankle jewelry (courtesy of Los Angeles County and not Cartier) would be a strong deterrent to his stalkerish tendencies. Evidently, not. And, in case Ridge missed it, his grandmother is not obligated to pay his legal bills. That contract is between him and Jonathan's firm. Although, I'm ashamed to admit that I don't blame Ridge for whining about the threadbare sheets! LOL! Slapping your 80-something mother, Stephanie? Really?! Evidently, Ann doesn't realize that Ridge isn't the only thug in the Douglas/Forrester family. Thanks for your comments.
Ridge is an idiot, plain and simple. In his warped mind, Brooke is playing hard to get. He probably thinks that she is expecting him to crash the wedding.
As for Stephanie, well, she's nothing if not predictable. She blames her mother for the abuse, and she worships her little boo.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Nov 21, 2009 3:38:11 GMT -5
entry 481
Ridge's Office The Same Time
Ridge scowled. What a mean-spirited bitch his grandmother was. All he wanted was for her to get a message to Logan, and she couldn't do that.
Ridge: Come on. I just need one message.
Ann: I'm not your messenger service.
Ridge: All I want is for you to drop by her office and-
Ann: No. As I said, I'm going to spend time with Felicia.
Ridge: I can't believe you would rather spend time with her than do this one little thing for me.
Ann: What part of NO do you not get?
Ridge: Did you tell Thorne about my getting arrested?
Ann: Of course I did. You kidnapped his little girl.
Ridge: Just once I'd like you to think of my feelings. From where I sit, you are doting on Thorne at my expense. How do you think that makes me feel? Thorne gets coddled whereas I get treated like a bastard at a family reunion.
Ann: Good-bye, Ridge. Oh, before I forget, you need to thank Adam and Sally for giving you a job. Considering how bad the economy is and your reputation for dishonesty, you're doing quite well.
She hung up.
Bitch.
He put the phone down, only to have it ring.
I'll bet she's calling to apologize, he thought.
Ridge: Hello?
Voice: Hello, Mr. Forrester?
Ridge: Yeah, this is he.
Voice: It's Ms. Page. I'm calling about the reading of the will. It's set for Friday. Oh, I am in the neighborhood, so I figure I'd stop by your office to collect my legal fees.
Ridge: No need. The check is in the mail.
Heather laughed dryly.
Heather: Sorry, no sale.
Ridge: Excuse me?
Heather: The check being in the mail is not good enough.
Ridge: Oh?
Heather: That line may work for some women, but I have a law degree from Stanford. Oh, I want cash. I don't want you calling the bank and putting a hold on the check before I reach my car.
Bitch.
Ridge: Don't you trust me?
Heather: Well, considering your track record of bribing doctors, sexual infidelity, and corporate backstabbing, no. Your reputation preceeds you.
Ridge: That was a cheap shot, counselor.
Heather: I will be in your building at four. Have the cash for me then. In the meantime, try and stay out of trouble.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Nov 23, 2009 3:52:28 GMT -5
entry 482
Brooke's Office The Same Time
Brooke sat at her desk, a cup of coffee in front of her. The morning had been pretty uneventful, as the showing was next week. She and Giovanni had shown Jackie the children's line, and she was pleased. Plus the lingerie line looked good.
Her phone rang and she picked it up.
Brooke: Hello?
Voice: Hello, Brooke? A Zach Hamilton is here to see you.
She frowned.
Brooke: Send him in.
Zach entered, looking polished in a light grey suit. He smiled awkwardly at her.
Brooke: Zach.
Zach: Hello, Brooke. May I-
She gestured.
Brooke: Of course. How are things?
He sat down.
Zach: Fine. I don't know if Bridget told you this, but we are dating.
She laughed lightly.
Brooke: She did.
She checked him out, and felt a surge of relief. He was an attractive man, the kind of man a mother would want for her daughter. She hoped that his feelings for Bridget were sincere. He started to fidget.
Zach: I feel weird coming to you with this, but we got into a fight.
Brooke: Ok.
Zach: I'm not trying to get you to run interference.
Brooke: Ok.
Zach: It was about Ridge.
Dammit, she thought. Instead, she kept her face blank.
Brooke: I see.
Zach: I know about their, you know-
She frowned, and he tossed a magazine on her desk.
Brooke: Dammit. Look, Zach, that was at least three years ago.
Zach: I know. Just seeing this made me ill. I called her, and she mentioned that she was ticked at you at the time.
Brooke started coughing.
Zach: I know about Deacon.
Brooke cursed to herself. Damn, what she wouldn't give to have that affair dropped.
Zach: They didn't-
Brooke: No.
Zach exhaled.
Brooke: Are you that upset with her?
Zach: With her, no. I-just-this threw me.
Brooke: I blame Ridge for that more than I blame her. Look, Zach, I can't dispense advice, but if you care for my daughter-
Zach: I do.
Brooke: Ridge is-how do I put this-lacking in moral boundaries. He made a comment to Hope years ago, and I thought nothing about it at the time. But looking back on it, I keep thinking of how stupid I was to let it slide. Plus he talks out of both sides of his mouth. I don't know what he told your sister about me, but he called me after I fired him and ended things. He had the nerve to whine that he was only with Jasmine because of the baby and asked me to dinner.
Zach whistled.
Brooke: My advice, don't cut my daughter off over this.
Zach laughed dryly.
Zach: I'm preferable to Deacon, right?
She frowned.
Zach: Sorry, that was a cheap shot. I just-when I told Taylor, she was at a loss for words.
Brooke: She knew about Deacon.
Zach: No, about Ridge. As far as Deacon goes, she didn't mention him to me, except that he was interested in Amber and married Bridget to manipulate her.
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Post by MissJr on Nov 25, 2009 23:09:25 GMT -5
Gio, I had wondered how soon Bridget would suffer the consequences of her dalliance with Ridge. It amazes me that no one on the show even mentions it--especially Brooke. Any guy should be freaked out at the prospect of getting involved with her. I often wondered about poor Oscar who was basically dumped because Bridget couldn't get past her Ridge jones. Nasty!
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Post by GIOVANNA on Nov 29, 2009 2:42:17 GMT -5
entry 483
The Psych Ward, Stephanie's Room The Next Day, Ten-Thirty A.M.
Stephanie looked at herself in the mirror. She was simply dressed in a navy suit with pearls and matching pumps. After a good night's sleep, she was able to convince her doctor to give her a day pass. He had been skeptical at first, but she had promised that she would be back before five. She had no intention of facing her mother until Ann apologized for her betrayal, and she had some errands she needed to run. First off, she was going to ream Jonathon out for his incompetence, then she was going to have that valley tramp put in her place.
Jeffrey's Office Noon
Jeffrey sat at his desk, eating a sandwich from the deli across the street. He heard a noise and looked up to see a blond, imposing elderly woman. She looked around disdainfully before addressing him.
Woman: I'd like to report a crime.
Jeffrey raised an eyebrow.
Jeffrey: Indeed.
He stood up and pulled out a chair.
Jeffrey: Why don't you have a seat, Mrs.-
Woman: Forrester, my name is Stephanie Forrester.
Jeffrey kept his face blank. So this is the woman who raised a serial rapist and has no qualms about discussing sex with her adult son, he thought.
She looked at the chair haughtily.
Jeffrey: It's clean.
She sighed and sat down.
Stephanie: I'd like to report a crime.
Oh, are you turning yourself in, he thought of saying, but then he thought of his conversation with Brooke.
Flashback
Jeffrey: Just a question, why didn't you press charges against Ridge when he attacked you?
Brooke: You don't know his mother. I don't want to piss her off more than necessary.
Jeffrey: Well, Ridge is, what, fifty-five, so that would make his mother in her seventies.
Brooke: Right.
Jeffrey: That scared of an old lady?
Brooke: You don't know her. You cross her once, and you have an enemy for life. She's tougher and meaner than most men I know.
Jeffrey sat down. Even though he ran and lifted weights, he didn't want to be on the receiving end of this witch's wrath.
Jeffrey: So, what crime-
Stephanie: Brooke Logan sexually harassed my son. She did it for years. I want her arrested.
Jeffrey coughed.
Was this woman for real?
Jeffrey: I see. And your son told you this?
Stephanie: He didn't have to. She's a bitch in heat.
Jeffrey: Did your son call her on her behavior?
Stephanie: No. He's too polite.
Jeffrey: Ok, so your son's boss used her position to try to seduce him and he didn't seek other employment or speak up.
Stephanie: Why should he?
Jeffrey: Well, if she's sexually harassing him, she's breaking the law.
Stephanie: My son is too decent.
More like he's lapping up the attention, Jeffrey thought.
Jeffrey: Has your son talked to a lawyer?
Stephanie: No.
Jeffrey: Well, until he talks to a lawyer, he has no case. And his boss can say, "Hey, let's go to my office and do it" until the cows come home, and until he has a problem with it, then there is no harassment.
Stephanie: You're serious?
Jeffrey: Yes, I am.
Stephanie: So you're not going to arrest her?
Jeffrey: No, I am not. I couldn't even if I wanted to. Sexual harassment is a civil matter, not a criminal matter. You're in the wrong building.
Stephanie: You stupid bastard.
Jeffrey laughed.
Jeffrey: Unless you have an IQ of a hundred and twenty, two higher degrees and can speak three languages other than English, you need to be quiet. And don't piss me off. Your son might wind up with me prosecuting him, and I WILL remember your comments.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Nov 30, 2009 3:11:14 GMT -5
entry 484
Jeffrey's Office The Same Time
Stephanie drew herself up and glared at him.
Stephanie: You're sleeping with her, aren't you?
Jeffrey: Don't be stupid. I went to a lot of time and expense to get my law degree and my reputation is pretty sterling. I'm not going to put it at risk over a witness.
Stephanie: Well, you're one man who hasn't.
Jeffrey: What do you care about whom she is intimate with?
She snorted.
Stephanie: I don't.
Jeffrey laughed.
Jeffrey: Sure you don't. You and your amoral son are so warped, it isn't even funny. You view Ms. Logan as trash, but you have this unnatural interest in her private life.
He stood up and walked to the door, then turned to her.
Jeffrey: Your stupid son had the nerve to accuse the judge who gifted him with probation of sleeping with her as well. Just a question, does this kind of twisted conversation turn the two of you rabid thugs on?
She bristled.
Jeffrey: That why your marriage crashed and burned? Hubby get fed up with your mental incest?
She stood up and took a swing for him, but he was quicker and grabbed her wrist and held it.
Jeffrey: You have five seconds to get out of here before I charge you with assaulting a DA.
Stephanie: I'm not going to apologize for protecting my son.
Jeffrey: Oh, but Ms. Logan is supposed to keep quiet and cross her fingers that you and your son don't interfere in her children's upbringing.
He let her go and opened the door.
Jeffrey: Get lost.
Starbucks Twenty Minutes Later
Stephanie sat at a booth with a cup of coffee. She was furious that the stupid boy at the DA's office had dismissed her claims that the tramp had harassed her son.
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Post by MissJr on Nov 30, 2009 14:08:03 GMT -5
Stephanie is such a stupid bitch. A dangerous one at that. How old is her silly son supposed to be anyway? He actually needs her to run interference for him as if he was 5 years old and another child down the street pushed him in the mud. Evidently, she's willing to go to jail for her little boo since she had no problem taking a swing on the DA!
I hope the "home" gets wind of what she did while out on her one-day pass and realize that she's nothing more than a thug, who needs to be locked up--just like her trifling son.
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