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Post by GIOVANNA on Jan 5, 2009 3:51:15 GMT -5
Starbucks, Same Time
Brooke gritted her teeth as she looked at the mother of her soon-to-be ex fiance. God, how she hated this woman. She felt her blood pressure rise at the thought of her insulting or messing with her vibrant, loyal kid sister. No way would Donna have threatened her if she weren't provoked.
Brooke: Donna is an adult. I don't think I need to tell her anything, let alone what to do.
Stephanie: You want to be a part of this family, fine, but tell your sister to back off. In fact, cut her out of your life.
Brooke sighed. This was just par for the course with her. She emphasized family, but she expected Brooke to cut her own sister out of her life.
Bitch, Brooke thought.
Brooke: Are you done, Stephanie?
Stephanie: No, I'm not.
Brooke stood up and picked up her coffee. She was itching to ream this woman a new one, but decided against it, as it wasn't worth it. Besides, when she had proof that this witch's hateful DNA was not running through RJ's blood, she was going to rid these toxic people from her children's lives once and for all.
Stephanie: Where are my grandchildren?
Brooke almost laughed.
Stephanie: Who is watching them while you are out whoring around?
Brooke: They are with a relative. And no, you can't call them.
Stephanie: You're depriving them of their father.
No, I'm not, Brooke thought. Then she thought of how Ridge had turned the three of them out when this woman faked a stroke and counted to ten.
Brooke: I'm leaving, Stephanie. And a word of advice, lay off my back, as well as Donna's. There is a limit to the crap either of us will take.
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Post by MissJr on Jan 5, 2009 12:43:57 GMT -5
Ridge and his mother are totally off the hook. Brooke showed remarkable restraint in dealing with these two creatures. I can't believe that Stephanie's son is slutting around with a model, but Brooke can't even have a 5-minute meeting in public with Nick. Again, she showed a lot more class and restraint than I would have. I look forward to the day when Brooke no longer has to hold her tongue with those two.
So Jasmine is Sally and Adam's child! Intriguing! So, are Sally and Adam a part of Jasmine's plan and are they aware of what she's doing and how far she's willing to go?
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jan 5, 2009 14:18:19 GMT -5
Marone Industries Same Time
Nick looked over the last quarter sales as he sipped his coffee. Not bad, although they could be better. He leaned back as he thought of his conversation with Brooke. Since Taylor had agreed to sign over custody, he and Brooke had had a fairly good relationship as two parents sharing a child. Then Nick thought about his conversation with Ridge. He had this gut feeling that his brother was up to something. He didn't know why, but something nagged at him.
Well, it's not your concern, a voice said. After all, you hardly ever see him anymore.
But I'm not comfortable with him lying to Brooke.
Why not? She's not your wife anymore.
So? I still have a right to be concerned about her happiness, don't I?
Nick sighed and picked up his phone. May as well talk to Brooke.
Her phone rang twice before she answered it.
Brooke: Hello?
Nick: Hey, it's Nick.
Brooke: Yes?
Nick: Where are you staying? Just in case I need to reach you and your cell is turned off. Catherine didn't tell Ridge.
Brooke: That's because Catherine didn't know that I moved out until this morning. I called her today and told her that I was taking the children on a vacation and would call her later.
Nick frowned. So Ridge had lied.
Why?
Nick: So Catherine didn't know until this morning?
Brooke: No. Why? Is something wrong?
Nick: Well, I don't know. Can you meet me later?
Brooke: So soon? People will talk. I'm kidding. See, I do have a sense of humor.
Nick: Very funny. I knew that.
Brooke: I can stop by your office at one.
Nick: Ok, I'll see you at one.
He hung up.
Insomnia Same Time
Shawn sat at a booth near the back. He was meeting Deacon, and they were going to finish their conversation. He was looking forward to it, as Sharpe seemed like a good guy. A bit rough at times, but he had done well for himself. A few years ago, he had fallen off the wagon after a brief fling with Jackie Marone, but he had done a stint in rehab and pulled himself together.
Shawn sighed as he thought of his brother and how he had pulled himself together, only to be shot down. If only he hadn't died, he could have done just as well. If Deacon Sharpe could do it, so could Shane.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jan 5, 2009 15:30:27 GMT -5
Marone Industries One O'Clock
Brooke entered the office that her former husband called his own, looking conservative in a black suit with a white blouse. She greeted the secretary and entered Nick's office.
She smiled at her former husband as she watched him stand up and shake her hand.
Brooke: Nick.
Nick: Brooke. You're looking well.
Brooke sat down.
Brooke: Mind?
Nick: No, of course not.
He returned to his desk.
Brooke: So. What's up? Is Jack ok?
Nick: He's fine. He has your eyes. Actually, this may be nothing, but when Ridge came over to my place, he said that Catherine told him you had left.
Brooke frowned.
Brooke: I don't know why he would say that.
So Ridge was lying, she thought. Big surprise there. However, she didn't feel like discussing her relationship with Ridge to Nick, as she had done that in the past and she thought it would be insensitive to do so again.
Nick: He knew you had left before you called Catherine.
Brooke remembered the phone call and the comments about the earrings and shivered.
Nick: Cold?
Brooke: I-no. Can I trust you?
Nick: Of course.
Brooke: I think someone is spying on Ridge.
Nick: Ok.
Brooke: I know this sounds paranoid, but-I got this phone call from a man.
Nick: Who?
Brooke: I don't know, he wouldn't say. He gave me a picture of Ridge in bed with a woman. And they were in his office. Plus he mentioned a pair of earrings.
Nick: Brooke, you're confusing me.
She exhaled, and decided to start at the beginning.
Ten Minutes Later
Nick: So he knew about your finding the jewelry?
Brooke: Yeah.
Nick: That's odd. And this guy, he didn't give a name?
Brooke: No. And I didn't see his face. He had a hat and told me not to come any closer. But how could Ridge know that we left if-
She gasped.
Brooke: Oh, God. You think he bugged my house, don't you?
Nick: I never said that.
Brooke: But it occurred to you.
She stood up.
Brooke: Mind if I use your phone?
He shrugged. She pulled out her address book and dialed.
Brooke: Hello, security? This is Brooke Logan. I need you to check my house for bugs. No, I mean surveillance cameras. I'll stop by and give you the key and the address.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jan 5, 2009 18:59:39 GMT -5
Forrester Creations, Brooke's Office Three O'Clock
Brooke sat at her desk, going over some of the applications for designers. She came across one, Giovanni Castinelli, and reread his qualifications. He had studied under Giorgio Armani and gone to design school in Milan, which impressed her, as Italy was catching up with France as a producer of high-quality designers. She couldn't believe Eric hadn't snatched this guy up. She was seriously thinking of flying him in for an interview.
I can't believe I'm seriously thinking of replacing Ridge, she thought. He has been here forever. But she needed more than an excellent designer, she needed one she could trust, and these past few days, she was starting to trust Ridge less and less. She frowned as she recalled the numerous times he had tried to vote her out, and wondered why she had turned a blind eye to his crap. She guessed she still had a soft spot for him, and besides, he was good at what he did. However, if she actually did fire him, it would cause shock waves at the company.
Too bad. If they saw that the owner's son could be fired if he wasn't going to play fair, then maybe they would take her more seriously. True, she had the respect of most of the company, but firing Ridge would send a message that undermining the boss would have serious consequences.
She thought about the conversation she had had with the female technician who had done a sweep of her house. She picked a female because, if Ridge or Stephanie saw a woman checking for cameras, they couldn't squawk that she was screwing the technician. It pissed her off that she couldn't even have a conversation with a man without those two acting like she was screwing him. Hell, the old witch had even trailed her to starbucks.
She leaned back as she recalled the conversation.
Technician: Ms. Logan?
Brooke: Yes.
Technician: I did the sweep of your house. Just a question, is the FBI interested in you?
Brooke: No, why?
Technician: Well, you were right, your home has been bugged. And I counted no less than twenty devices, five in your bedroom.
Brooke choked. So her loving fiancee had installed enough bugs in her home to alert a jaded surveillance expert. What a bastard! Ordinarily she would just chalk it up to his mother pressuring him, but not this time. Even if Stephanie had put the bug in his ear, he had no problem spying on her.
Brooke: My God.
She exhaled. Her first thought was to call Connor and find out if his bugging her home without her knowledge was legal, but decided to hold off. She instructed the woman to get rid of the bugs. It might alert Ridge, but so what. If he confronted her, he would be admitting to invading her privacy. Besides, he was itching for her to sign the forms, so he wasn't about to seriously piss her off.
Stephanie entered, interrupting her thoughts.
Stephanie: Well, well. Busy at work, I see.
Brooke shoved her papers in her desk. If the witch even suspected she was going to replace Ridge, she would not like it. In fact, she would probably attack her.
Brooke: What do you want, Stephanie?
Stephanie: Rude as ever, I see. Shouldn't you be at home?
Brooke: Just getting my creative juices flowing. Since I won't be CEO much longer.
Stephanie: How long are you going to punish my son?
As long as it takes for hell to freeze over, she thought.
Brooke: I'm not punishing your son. I just needed a break. Besides, after the wedding, he'll have me all to himself.
Stephanie: You're being selfish, withholding sex and firing that model.
Brooke exhaled in disgust. It just occurred to her that this woman being privy to her private life made her sick.
Brooke: Stay out of it, Stephanie.
Stephanie: You're hurting my son, holding out on him. Yet you seem to have no problem screwing Nick before noon.
Brooke: Go to hell. Not that it concerns you, but we were discussing Jack.
Stephanie: This is so like you, abandon your children for a man.
Brooke stood up.
Brooke: Get out of MY office.
Stephanie: Excuse me?
Brooke: You have five seconds before I call security.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jan 6, 2009 0:52:01 GMT -5
Jasmine's Apartment Four O'Clock
Jasmine sat at the dining room table, scanning the want ads. She was tempted to call her mother and cancel their lunch date, as she had had a rotten week and she was not a good enough liar to pretend otherwise. Normally she could keep her emotions in check, but when she was fired from FC, it was like she was letting her mother down. Sally didn't know of her plans to get hired with the Forresters with the intent of swiping their designs, as it was her idea of a present for her parents. Sally and Adam may talk a good game about enjoying retirement, but Jasmine knew in her heart of hearts that they missed the excitement of the business.
Now this setback. Maybe she should tell her mother, as she was a rookie at fashion and Sally might have some ideas. She picked up the earring Brooke had given her and looked at the receipt. Twenty thousand dollars! Damn, it must be nice to spend that amount on something. She probably should sell it back as a way of sticking it to Ridge, but decided to hold onto it. She didn't want to do anything based on emotion, as that was counterproductive.
Suddenly she felt dizzy. She stood up and nearly fell over. Dammit, don't tell me I'm coming down with something, she thought. Then she realized that she it had been over a month since she had her period.
Dammit, I can't be pregnant! Crap, not now.
The Forrester Mansion Same Time
Ridge came in and tossed his briefcase on the chair near the door, then buzzed for the maid. Irina came and took his coat.
Ridge: I need a Scotch on the rocks.
Irina exited.
Normally Ridge didn't drink, but he was in a fowl mood. When he had tried to get Jasmine's job back, Brooke had told him no. Well, she hadn't said no, but her tone and comments about "theft" left him no doubt that she was not in a negotiating mood. Plus she had dismissed him the way one would dismiss an employee. And when he went back to her house, she and the children were still gone.
Dammit! What had he done to deserve this?
Eric entered, leafing through the mail. He looked up and smiled at Ridge.
Eric: Hello, Ridge. Are you staying for dinner?
Ridge: Yeah, Dad, it looks like I am.
Eric: Good. Is Brooke joining us?
Ridge: No. What was your meeting about?
Eric: Oh, some line Brooke wants to do.
Ridge: What line?
Eric: A clothing line. I thought Brooke was stepping down.
Ridge: I am trying to get her to, but she was in the office today.
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Post by kempshill on Jan 6, 2009 16:46:32 GMT -5
This Fanfic is terrific..... Can't wait until the next installment. Ridge is gonna get it on all fronts including a Spectra baby.I can just see Hag now. Guess he can't deny it now. The sperminator strikes again.
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Post by MissJr on Jan 6, 2009 18:57:19 GMT -5
I can't believe Ridge is running around and still indiscriminately spilling his joy juice! Now he'll have Sally and Adam as in-laws--LOL It couldn't happen to a nicer pig as far as I'm concerned. Fang is as predictable and trifling as ever. Shocking that people consider her a "classy" woman. I hope Brooke gets so fired up that she takes the kid gloves off where Ridge is concerned and let him have it.
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Post by lalogan on Jan 6, 2009 23:03:08 GMT -5
Heh, I CAN believe Widge is still going around spilling his demon seed. Not only is he careless, he's extremely vain -- if he were inclined to think about the matter, he'd consider it a "gift" to humanity that he's donating his DNA so easily and widely.
I just got caught up on this story, Gio -- I can't wait to see what happens next!
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jan 7, 2009 2:17:46 GMT -5
This Fanfic is terrific..... Can't wait until the next installment. Ridge is gonna get it on all fronts including a Spectra baby.I can just see Hag now. Guess he can't deny it now. The sperminator strikes again. "The sperminator"!
LMAOPIMP!
Yeah, Hag will NOT be happy. IMO, the only reason she tolerated Macy with Thorne was because, in her opinion, she was preferable to the alternative-Brooke. Methinks her precious little Boo married to a Spectra is a whole different story.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jan 7, 2009 2:52:23 GMT -5
Sally's High-Rise Six O'Clock
Sally Spectra leaned back as she listened to a Sinatra CD, taking a break from reading the fashion magazine. Even though she had retired, she had a lot to be thankful for. She still had quite a bit of money, and she had that retreat in Florida. She picked up her picture of her late daughter Macy and smiled. It had been over a year since she had lost her beloved daughter, and she missed her. True, she had CJ, and he was doing quite well, but a son couldn't provide the same comfort as a daughter. Then the little girl she had given up for adoption had surfaced, and it was like God was looking out for her.
Jasmine Vale, a true beauty with her mother's passion and her father's BS radar. And she had a good heart. Sally expected her to be bitter at being adopted, but Jasmine had heard her out and been understanding of her choice. Whoever her adopted parents were, they had done a fine job of raising her.
Spago's Same Time
Brooke and Donna sat at their favorite booth as they waited for their order. Since Donna had returned to LA, Brooke had decided to treat her sister to dinner once a week as a sort of sister-bonding ritual.
Donna: So you're going to have the test done the day after tomorrow?
Brooke: Yep. I already talked to Nick.
Donna exhaled.
Donna: I can't believe Ridge would do something like this. Do you think Steph was behind it?
Brooke: Of course I do. But the check was in his writing.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jan 7, 2009 15:28:43 GMT -5
Insomnia The Next Day, Nine A.M.
Shawn sat at his booth, waiting for Clarke Garrison to arrive. After his talk with Deacon, the former designer was next on his list. And he was glad he talked to Deacon, as he enjoyed playing pool with him. He rubbed his chin as he recalled the prior evening.
Shawn: So, Sharpe, what's your story?
Deacon positioned his pool stick as he thought about his answer.
Deacon: How do you mean?
Shawn: What are you doing in LA? Isn't Las Vegas where your hotel is?
Deacon: Yep. But I'm planning to expand here.
Shawn: Why LA?
Deacon: Would you believe a girl?
Shawn laughed.
Shawn: Seriously?
Deacon: Yep.
He pulled out his picture of him and Bridgette and showed it to Shawn.
Deacon: This little lady is the reason I am clean, sober, and successful. I got my crap together for her. And I intend to get her back.
Shawn: She's pretty.
Deacon: Isn't she, though? And she is smart, too. Bridgette Forrester.
Shawn: Why did you two get divorced? If you don't mind my asking.
Deacon: Well, it's like this.
Shawn thought of the picture of Bridgette and Ridge, and decided that Deacon needed to see what the killer was capable of. Even though the guy had screwed his wife's mother, somehow Shawn didn't think he would be too happy at the young lady's former family member macking her.
Clark entered, a man who had obviously seen better days. His shirt looked threadbare. He walked over to the booth. Shawn stood up.
Shawn: Mr. Garrison.
Clarke: Mr. Green.
They shook hands.
Shawn: I appreciate you meeting me.
They sat down.
Clarke: No problem. I am unemployed, so I have time.
Shawn: Ok. I am interested in Ridge Forrester.
Clarke: So you said.
Shawn: I know about his power plays, and I have someone who has a picture of him losing out to a Brooke Logan.
Clarke: I see.
Shawn: I am interested in his relationship with Bridgette Forrester.
Clarke started coughing. He remembered the time Amber had lured Bridgette and Ridge into the mine shaft and the picture. She had asked him not to leak it, as she wanted to use it to get Ridge to back off. Then she had decided to focus on her business, and she had given it to him.
Clarke: I remember that well. He was believed to be her father at one time, then her brother.
Shawn: I know all this. I just need proof.
Clarke: I have it. I have two pictures. Also, I have Ridge on tape, saying, "I'll always love you, Princess."
Shawn: I see. Would you be willing to give it to me?
Clarke: Well, no. I would be interested in selling it, however.
Shawn: How much?
Shawn's Apartment Noon
Shawn looked over his notes and checked his watch. He was due to meet Clarke later and he didn't want to be late. Then he decided he needed a little action of the female variety.
He closed his eyes and thought of her..
"I am nobody's debutante."
Amber wasn't conventionally pretty, but she had a "I am who I am" attitude that he found intriguing. Plus most of the women he dated had family money and pretty much had their lives planned out. They didn't know what it was like to pull themselves out of poverty and start a company, let alone one that was wildly successful.
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Post by MissJr on Jan 8, 2009 17:03:03 GMT -5
Interesting ... Clarke is unemployed. I'm curious about his reversal of fortune and how a fashion designer is running around in threadbare shirts. I love how he has no scruples about wanting money for those pictures. Sometimes you have to do what you have to do! So Shawn is interested in Amber? I wonder if the feeling will be mutual. It's funny how she's currently more bearable to watch on Y&R than she ever was on B&B. It will be interesting to see whether or not Amber blows it with Shawn if she gets a chance. This will be the first time that a wealthy guy was truly interested in her for herself instead of having to be scammed by her. Deacon sure has put a lot of effort into getting clean and sober for Bridget? Will she appreciate it or even care? Or will Deacon end up disappointed?
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jan 8, 2009 21:43:51 GMT -5
Forrester Creations, Brooke's Office Two O'Clock
Brooke sat at her desk, going over some head shots. She had to admit, Jasmine was gorgeous, but she was going to be damned if she was going to put the company at risk.
All because Ridge had to keep his love wand busy.
She shook her head, then picked up Giovanni's application. He certainly looked good on paper, and his portfolio was impressive. His style reminded her of Armani with a splash of color, which would fit in with the company image. Then she wrote the words "Working woman" on a pad. Damn, she was getting creative, two new lines in less than a week. She logged onto her computer and e-mailed a letter to the address on the application.
Her cell phone rang. She contemplated letting it go to voice mail, then answered.
Brooke: Hello?
Voice: Ms. Logan? This is Doctor Caspry. I was just confirming your appointment for a paternity test tomorrow.
Brooke: Nine o'clock?
Caspry: Yes.
Brooke: Ok, we'll both be there. How long will this take? To get the results, I mean.
Caspry: Twenty-four hours.
Brooke: Ok, bye.
She hung up.
Ridge's Office The Same Time
Ridge sat at his desk, trying to design, but he couldn't concentrate. Not only had Brooke not called him, but Eric was being difficult. He was backing Brooke being at work. Ridge had complained about Brooke behaving erratically, and Eric wanted proof. When he brought up her firing Jasmine, Eric dismissed his concern with, "She's the CEO, it's her call to make," or some such crap. He also asked Eric to veto any line Brooke might come up with, because once she started that, she would not be at home, and got, "If this line can make us money, I don't see why we should scrap it."
It pissed Ridge off, after all, he was Eric's son, Brooke was just his temporary trophy wife until he returned to his mother. He exhaled right as his mother walked in.
Stephanie: Hi, Honey.
Ridge: Hello, Mother.
Stephanie: How is my little man?
Ridge: Brooke has an idea for a new line.
Stephanie sighed.
Stephanie: Let me guess, Brooke's bedroom, part two.
Ridge laughed humorlessly.
Ridge: I am trying to get her to scrap the original.
Stephanie: Oh, dear. Hasn't she signed the papers yet?
Ridge: No.
Stephanie: Don't worry, she will. And when she does, we can declare her incompetent.
Ridge: I may be able to do that sooner than you think.
Stephanie: How?
Ridge: Easy. I'll tell send her a notice for an emergency board meeting to her home, giving her twenty-four hours. Since she isn't at home, she won't get it, and the board will assume that she's incapacitated, and we can move in for the kill.
Shawn's Apartment Same Time
Shawn stopped eating his late lunch to hear the killer and his mother. So he was going to double cross his fiancee and screw her out of the company? What a bastard. He made a mental note to make a duplicate of this conversation to send to Eric Forrester. Then his jaw dropped at the rest of their conversation.
Stephanie: Good. And as RJ's father, you should have no problem acting on his behalf.
Ridge laughed.
Ridge: But I have to notify Popeye as well. Oh, well, I'll swipe the notice from his mail box while he's at work, so I think I can get the board to transfer Jack's shares to me, as I am engaged to his mother. And Deacon will be no problem, as he is probably lying in a ditch, drunk.
Stephanie laughed.
Shawn did a slow burn. How dare these two laugh at Deacon's alcoholism.
Ridge: I am wondering what excuse I will use to walk out on Logan after we get the company back.
He laughed.
Stephanie: Well, you can use her firing of that model as proof that she does not know her place.
Ridge: That'll work. I do have to laugh about Popeye, however. Both his children will lose their share of Logan's pie and he won't have a damn clue.
Shawn's ears perked up. What was he talking about?
Stephanie: Those children don't deserve a dime.
Ridge: I also have to laugh at Logan, though. I mean, how long before she realizes that RJ looks nothing like me? And she was so eager to marry me that she didn't do a follow-up paternity test on RJ.
Stephanie: It's her own fault, of course. If she hadn't spread her legs for Nick when she thought you were dead, it wouldn't have been so easy for us to pay off the doctor to say that you were the father.
Shawn couged in disgust. So this man and his mother were willing to bribe a doctor to fix a paternity test.
Willing, hell, they had already done it, and they were proud of themselves.
That poor little boy.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jan 8, 2009 22:07:29 GMT -5
Brooke's Office Four O'Clock
Brooke gathered her papers up and put them in her briefcase. She was tired, and she had an early appointment tomorrow.
Her cell rang. She picked up.
Brooke: Hello?
Caller: Ms. Logan?
Brooke: Yes?
Caller: You need to go back to your house. Tonight.
Brooke: Excuse me?
Caller: Listen to me. Ridge and his mother are going to call a board meeting in a few days and send you notice, only they are going to send it to your house because you aren't there. They want to say they sent notice, but they want you to miss that meeting. They are planning to take your company.
Brooke: I-who is this? Are you the one who sent me the picture?
Caller: Yes.
Brooke: Who are you?
Click.
Sally's High Rise Same Time
Sally straightened the tulips and checked herself in the mirror. Jasmine was going to be joining her for dinner, and she wanted the place to look nice.
Shawn's Apartment Same Time
Shawn hung up, then dialed Deacon's number.
Deacon: Hello.
Shawn: Deacon?
Deacon: Yeah, this is he.
Shawn: It's Shawn. Are you busy right now?
Deacon: Well, I'm going over the floor plan for my place, but I need a break.
Shawn: Can you come over to my place? We need to talk.
Deacon: Yeah, sure. What's the address?
Shawn: Fifty-five hundred, Melrose Avenue.
Deacon: Ok, I'll be there in ten.
Ten Minutes Later
Shawn lit a cigarette and checked his watch. Damn, he was tense. Then someone knocked on the door. He stood up, walked to it, and opened it.
Deacon: Hey, man, what's up?
Shawn: I appreciate you meeting me. Can I get you anything to drink?
Deacon: Coke's fine. Mind if I have a seat?
Shawn: No, of course not.
He walked into the kitchen and returned with a drink.
Deacon: So, what's up?
Shawn: Have you heard from Ridge Forrester or his mother?
Deacon: No, should I have?
Shawn: They are planning to call a board meeting.
Deacon: Figures.
Shawn: You said that you have a daughter with Brooke Logan.
Deacon: I do.
Shawn: I understand that she may stand to inherit Forrester Creations, as her mother has a substantial percentage.
Deacon: Yeah, so?
Shawn: I know for a fact that the two of them, Ridge and his mother, are going to call a meeting and, in their words, "Move in for the kill." They are planning to send notice to Brooke, but they are going to send it to her home.
Deacon: Ok, so?
Shawn: She's not at her home. They are planning on shutting her out.
Deacon leaned back.
Deacon: Son of a bitch. He's making another power grab.
Shawn: Sounds like it. He mentioned using his position as Brooke's fiancee to assume power over her daughter's shares.
Deacon: Christ. Does Brooke know?
Shawn: I called her earlier.
Deacon: How do you know all this?
Shawn: I bugged his office. I know it's illegal, so I will probably remove the devices in the next day or so.
Shawn thought about the comments Ridge and his mother had made about paying off the doctor, and wondered if he should tell Deacon, then decided against it. Then he pulled out the picture he had bought earlier.
Shawn: Your ex-wife, Bridgette.
Deacon: What about her?
Shawn: What is her relationship to Ridge like?
Deacon: They thought he was her father, then tests proved he wasn't. Then they thought she was his sister, only to have no DNA connection.
Shawn showed him the picture. Deacon looked at it, then gasped.
Deacon: That bastard.
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Post by MissJr on Jan 11, 2009 13:07:48 GMT -5
Man, this is getting so good!
As much as I hate the thought of Brooke returning to that house of hell she lives in, I hope she heeds Shawn's warning and gets back there ASAP. I'm glad that Shawn confided in Deacon about the emergency board meeting and he's smart to keep that other little nugget to himself.
Ridge and his mother are like two mad dogs that need to be put down. Imagine being so arrogant that they have no problem openly discussing their evil plans in the office where somebody might overhear them. Hopefully, Brooke won't go into that meeting without support. Oh, and I love Shawn showing that picture to Deacon! Will Deacon have second thoughts about pursuing Bridget now?
I'm also looking forward to the Sally's lunch with Jasmine.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jan 12, 2009 3:04:52 GMT -5
Brooke's Home Six-Thirty
Brooke opened her front door and let herself in. She shivered as she thought of her conversation with the strange man earlier, then reached in her purse for her gun. She laughed nervously.
Maybe I'm being paranoid, she thought.
She went over to her liquor cabinet and poured herself a drink. Normally she didn't drink, but she was tense. God, the last thing she needed was drama, and it seemed like she was getting a steady dose of it lately, due to the snake she was engaged to. All she wanted was to raise her three beautiful babies, design clothing, and have a man who respected her. Yet here she was, hiding from those vultures at her sister's place and walking on eggshells at work. And all because of Ridge and that hateful witch he called mother.
Since she had been with Donna, it seemed like things were less stressful, and she realized that, since she and Ridge were engaged, his mother had been nastier than usual.
She sat down and sighed, closing her eyes.
Voice: Ms. Logan?
She jumped up and reached for the gun.
Voice: Relax, I'm not going to hurt you.
She opened her eyes and noticed a figure. He showed her his hands and took off his hat, then turned on the light. She gasped.
Brooke: My God, you're-but you're dead.
Shawn: No, I'm not. You're thinking of my twin.
Brooke: I-you're the one who gave me that picture.
Shawn: Yes, that was me.
Brooke: Why?
Shawn: Ridge Forrester hurt my family. He shot my brother. My parents were in agony for months because they had no idea if he was dead or alive.
She aimed the gun at his head.
Brooke: Don't come closer.
Shawn: Ok, I won't. In fact, I'll leave.
He backed towards the door, then tossed his driver's license on the table.
Shawn: My brother's last name is VanderCreek. He used our mother's maiden name. If you don't believe me, feel free to check my story out.
He tossed a card on the table.
Shawn: I'm leaving. If you want answers, call my cell.
He walked off.
Brooke picked up her cell phone and dialed.
Brooke: Hello, this is Brooke Logan. I know it's late, but I need someone to come out here and change my locks.
Sally's High-Rise Same Time
Sally straightened the flatware on her dining room table, then sighed.
Relax, you silly broad, the queen isn't coming.
The doorbell rang, and she went to open the door. She felt a surge of pride at the sight of her gorgeous daughter.
Sally: Jasmine, darling.
She embraced her warmly.
Jasmine: Hello, Mother.
Sally: How is my little girl?
Jasmine smiled and hugged her back. Damn, she loved having her mother fuss over her.
Jasmine: Mom, I'm twenty-five.
Sally: Come on, Darling, let an old broad fuss over her child.
They walked into the dining room.
Sally: I hope you're in the mood for Thai.
Jasmine laughed.
Jasmine: I'll eat anything that isn't nailed down.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jan 12, 2009 14:00:25 GMT -5
Sally's High-Rise Same Time
Jasmine followed her mother into the dining room and sat down. Sally followed suit.
Sally: So, Jasmine? What did you want to talk to me about that couldn't wait until tomorrow?
Jasmine exhaled.
Jasmine: Mom, I screwed up.
Sally: So? We all screw up on occasion. But when we Spectras screw up, we get up, dust ourselves off, and move on in style.
Jasmine laughed.
Jasmine: I got fired from my job.
Sally: The modeling job? Jasmine, this is Los Angeles. You get your portfolio together and you will have another job by noon.
Jasmine: It wasn't just a modeling job, it was a job at Forrester Creations.
Sally's eyes widened.
Sally: You got a job modeling for the high and mighty Forresters and didn't tell me?
Jasmine: It was supposed to be a surprise. Modeling was just a way to get my foot in the door.
Sally: And?
Jasmine: I was planning on getting ahold of their designs.
Sally: Did they know you were my daughter when they hired you?
Jasmine: No. I used my adopted parents last name.
Sally: Let me get this straight, you got a job as a model for the Forresters and they had no clue who you are?
Jasmine: Yep.
Sally: You certainly are my daughter. I'm proud of you.
Jasmine: Mom, I got fired.
Sally: That's just a minor setback. The fact that you got the job at all shows that you have my balls and that you took the initiative.
She picked up her fork and started in on her food.
Sally: Damn, this basil chicken is spicy. Just a question, who hired you?
Jasmine: Ridge Forrester.
Sally: Well, he certainly has an eye for the ladies. So if he picked you, you have what it takes. Who fired you?
Jasmine: Brooke Logan.
Sally coughed. That didn't sound like Brooke, to go against Ridge. Then she started to worry, as maybe that talk about La Logan stepping down was just talk, as that would make getting back in the game harder. Love Brooke or hate her, she was a hell of a shrewd businesswoman, and any woman who could helm a company and make it successful with Stephanie Forrester nipping at her heals had chutzpah.
Sally: Brooke Logan is not the only CEO in town.
Jasmine: I know.
Sally: Jasmine, darling, is there something else you aren't telling me?
Jasmine: I'm pregnant.
Sally digested this bit of information and smiled. Since her darling Macy had passed away with no children, it left a void. And CJ was not married yet, but she didn't want to pressure him. When he wanted to start a family, he would.
Jasmine: So this means I screwed up where modeling is concerned.
Sally: My dear girl, you are a Spectra, and screw-ups are only a setback. Look at Jerry Hall and Rachel Hunter, they are both mothers, and it hasn't hurt either of their careers. Just a question, who is the father?
Jasmine: Ridge.
Sally's eyes widened.
Sally: Ridge?
Jasmine: I don't love him, Mom. I just thought that, what the hell, if doing what he wanted would get me in the door, that was all that mattered. Besides, I'm not planning on marrying him. He's already engaged.
Yeah, to the mercurial Brooke Logan, who actually walked out on their wedding a few years ago. Sally wasn't betting that this latest wedding would take place.
Sally: You mean you were actually willing to make love to the great Ridge Forrester as a means to an end, the end being getting their designs? My, I don't think I could manage that.
Jasmine: Wrong, I didn't make love to him, I screwed him. There is a big difference there.
Sally laughed. So the ultimate player was played, and by her daughter.
Jasmine: The only plus was the fact that he gave me a pair of earrings.
Sally: So? He gives out jewelry like most men give out flowers.
Jasmine: These earrings cost twenty grand.
Sally: Well, that's quite a bit of change.
Jasmine: I thought of selling them to piss that bastard off, but I figured, what the hell, I should hold on to them or do something constructive with them.
She sighed.
Sally: Well, whatever you decide to do, do it in a big way, or at least in a way that secures your future.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jan 12, 2009 15:14:48 GMT -5
Forrester Creations The Next Day, Ten A.M.
Brooke sat at her desk, leafing through the latest edition of In Style. She sipped her espresso as she thought of the past twenty-four hours.
The young man who had shown up at her house last night unnerved her, and she was going to do a background check on him. Then she thought of the phone call she had gotten after he left.
Brooke: Hello?
Deacon: Hello, Brooke?
She recognized his voice right away and sat up. What did he want?
Brooke: Yes, this is she.
Deacon: It's Deacon. How are you?
Brooke: I-fine. How are you? It's been over a year.
Deacon: Yeah, I've gotten my crap together.
She winced at his choice of words.
Deacon: I've been in rehab, and I am doing well.
Brooke: Good.
Deacon: I understand congratulations are in order.
Brooke frowned, deciding she would sidestep that topic.
Brooke: Thanks. Are you calling about Hope?
Deacon: Yeah, I am.
Brooke: She's with a relative. I decided that she and RJ needed to spend time with my family. How long are you going to be in LA?
Deacon: For a while. I have a hotel chain that I am opening here.
Brooke: That's ambitious.
Deacon: Macy left me some money.
Brooke: If I knew you were coming, I would have arranged for you to have Hope for a few days. However, if you want to meet me for lunch tomorrow, I can bring you some pictures of her, and we can decide on a time for you to see her.
Then she and Nick had gone to the hospital for that damned test. It turned out that all they had to do was pull RJ's records from his last visit and take Nick's sample. So she had to wait for a day.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jan 12, 2009 16:26:13 GMT -5
Forrester Creations Eleven-Thirty
Deacon sat in the waiting area, leafing through a magazine. He hoped Brooke was in the mood for burgers, as he wasn't dressed up for one of the fancy places the Forresters liked to frequent. He exhaled as he thought about Bridgette. That picture of her in lip-lock with Ridge had made him rethink his desire to win her back.
Felicia Forrester exited her father's office after their meeting on sale projections and demographics. She had an idea for a new line, and she wanted to shoot it by her father.
Rich Girl, with the song of the same name playing in the background.
Felicia was a tall, slender woman with dark hair and piercing brown eyes. Some people mistook her for a model and it amused her, as she was a live wire who hated sitting still. Normally she dressed in black leather, but today she was wearing a black suit with a white silk blouse, as she wanted her father to take her seriously. She almost dropped her sketches when she saw the handsome man sitting on the sofa in the reception area.
Whoa, hottie alert.
She sauntered over to the couch and smiled.
Felicia: Hello.
Deacon almost dropped the magazine he was reading. Whoa, this chick was gorgeous. And he could see a leather lady underneath the suit. A kindred spirit, as it were.
Deacon: Well, hello.
Felicia: Are you here about the modeling job?
Deacon laughed.
Deacon: No, I'm not, actually.
Felicia: Pity. We could use you.
Deacon: "We"?
Felicia: Oh, where are my manners?
She extended her hand.
Felicia: Felicia Forrester, former rebel and current trend-setter.
He stood up and shook it.
Deacon: Pleasure. I'm Deacon Sharpe.
Felicia: So, what brings you here?
Deacon: I'm meeting Ms. Logan. It's about our daughter.
Oh, of course. This guy was Bridgette's former husband. Felicia recalled the stories about him, and was intrigued. Her family had called him a lowlife who used Bridgette and screwed her mother.
Big, damn, deal, if Bridgette couldn't handle a real man, she needed to stay in the kiddies pool. Felicia recalled the capricious way Bridgette had wrecked her wedding to Dante and dumped him once she got tired of him, and she felt a perverse thrill go through her.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jan 12, 2009 19:47:53 GMT -5
Forrester Creations, The Reception Area Ten Minutes Later
Ridge entered, and was disgusted by the sight of his sister and Deacon.
Deacon: And this guy said, "The one in the middle is Elvis, but the other one is Willie Nelson!"
Felicia laughed. Ridge came up to the two of them.
Felicia: Oh, hi, Ridge.
Ridge: Mother's looking for you. She has some fabric samples to go over.
Felicia: Have you met Deacon Sharpe?
Ridge: Felicia, Mother needs to talk to you, now.
Felicia got off the couch and winked at Deacon.
Felicia: Well, it was nice talking to you. I'll see you later.
Deacon smiled and waved as she walked off. Ridge glared at him.
Ridge: What the hell are you doing here, Sharpe?
Deacon: Well, I was talking to a pretty woman before someone interrupted us.
Ridge: No, what are you doing in LA?
Not that he cared. Leave it to this loser to screw up his plan. Since he didn't have Macy to browbeat him and keep him in line, there was no telling how he would vote, if he had plans to attend the meeting.
Deacon: Business. I'm opening one of my hotels in LA.
Ridge laughed.
Ridge: This is LA, Deacon. Rest assured, there is no shortage of fleabag motels.
Jerk, Deacon thought.
Deacon: Haven't you heard? I opened Get Sharpe in Vegas, and I'm doing quite well.
Ridge: Sure you are. By the way, stay away from my sisters.
Deacon raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Deacon: Excuse me, but I was just talking to one. Which sister were you talking about?
Ridge: You know damn well who I'm talking about, Sharpe. Bridgette. You burned her before and you're not doing it again.
Deacon: Excuse me, but did you just say Bridgette was your sister?
Ridge folded his arms in front of his chest.
Deacon took out a picture and showed it to Ridge.
Deacon: Do you mean this Bridgette, Ridge?
Ridge: You bastard.
Deacon shrugged and put the picture away.
Deacon: Maybe you Forresters have a certain set of rules, but if I caught little D kissing Hope like this, I would be dragging him to the nearest child psychologist.
Ridge sighed and pulled out his wallet.
Ridge: Once a bartender, always a bartender. How much?
Deacon: No charge, my man. Just stay out of my way.
Ridge: Ok, fine. Now I'll ask you again, what are you doing here?
Deacon: Meeting Brooke for lunch. She and I need to discuss my seeing Hope.
Ridge: Very funny. Now get the hell out.
Deacon: Sorry, no can do. See, Brooke asked me here, and I leave when she asks me to leave. Unlike some people, I know when I've overstayed my welcome.
He stood up.
Ridge: No, I want you to leave LA.
Deacon sighed.
Deacon: I will put this in very simple terms. Brooke and I are going to lunch. Then I am going to meet my location scout at the address of my newest hotel. If your ego can't take it, tough crap.
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Post by kempshill on Jan 12, 2009 23:01:59 GMT -5
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jan 13, 2009 15:14:59 GMT -5
Forrester Creations, The Reception Area Same Time
Brooke came out of her office and noticed Ridge glaring at Deacon. She knew that Deacon was no doubt glaring back, as he could give as good as he got.
She closed the door and walked over.
Brooke: Ridge, Deacon.
Ridge: What's he doing here?
Brooke exhaled.
Ridge: He says you invited him. I want him out of the building.
Brooke: Ridge, may I speak to you in private?
Ridge: Very well.
He turned to Deacon.
Ridge: When I come back, your ass had better be gone.
Brooke's Office Same Time
Ridge folded his arms over his chest.
Ridge: Well?
Brooke sighed. She was hoping to meet Deacon without Ridge's knowledge, but it looked like it was too late.
Brooke: I realize you don't like Deacon, but he is Hope's father and he has a right to spend time with her.
Ridge: He's a drunk. And a scummy bum. I don't want him near her.
Brooke: You're entitled to your opinion. But I would appreciate if you refrained from calling him names and using unflattering terms to describe him. I won't have you badmouthing Hope's father in front of her.
Ridge: And now he's hitting on Felicia.
Brooke stifled a laugh. Too bad THAT pairing didn't materialize, then maybe Stephanie would leave her alone.
Ridge: Oh, you think it's funny.
Brooke: No, I just had something in my throat.
Ridge: He was checking her out.
Brooke: So?
Ridge: So I don't want him taking advantage of her.
Brooke: You sound like your mother. Felicia is an adult, and she's lived overseas. I seriously doubt if Deacon would have to take advantage of her.
Ridge: So you're not going to toss him out?
Brooke: No, I'm not. I am going to have lunch with him and give him some pictures of Hope. He's been in rehab and has gotten himself straightened out. Since he may be in town, he will probably be seeing Hope regularly. It would be nice if you could make an effort to be civil to him.
Ridge snorted.
Ridge: When are you coming home?
Brooke: I came home last night.
Ridge reached for her and she pulled away.
Brooke: Stop it.
Ridge: Why? It's been over two days since we had some quality time.
Brooke: I have a meeting for lunch. Oh, I've been thinking, I don't think we should be under the same roof until after the wedding. I want our wedding night to be special.
Ridge: Come on, Logan.
Brooke: I'm serious.
He exhaled.
Brooke: Nick had no problem waiting until the wedding, because he knew it was what I wanted. Don't you want me to be happy?
Ridge: Of course I do.
Brooke: Then you'll do this for me. After all, I am thinking about stepping down.
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Post by MissJr on Jan 14, 2009 10:30:51 GMT -5
I know … Felicia is kind of foul, isn't she? I had always wondered what would happen if Deacon had hooked up with someone like Felicia, who seems to match him more in temperament and is actually closer in age. Oh, and, Giovanna, am I to understand that when Deacon whipped out that picture of the two perverts that Ridge barely flinched? WOW! No shame; no embarrassment; nothing. Just an offer to throw money at Deacon to get out of town. And since when does the rapist have the ability to order someone to leave town? I thought L.A. had a mayor? I also wish Brooke would take a firmer stand with Ridge regarding Hope. That pig has absolutely NOTHING to say about Deacon visiting Hope. I understand she wants to be cool until this paternity mess is settled but still … Ridge should have had his face slapped off by now!
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jan 14, 2009 13:49:48 GMT -5
Brooke's Office Same Time
Ridge sighed, not liking the way Logan was talking back to him. He was seriously thinking of calling the wedding off, but he knew that if he did that, she would refuse to sign the papers out of spite. And he was pissed that she brought up Nick, as if she were saying he was the better man.
He slammed his way out of her office in a huff.
Brooke shook her head. This was what she had spent a good decade of her life wanting to be married to? Well, once she had the results from the tests back, she was going to nail him good. Then she pushed those thoughts out of her mind, as she had Deacon waiting for her. She exited and locked her office door.
Ridge's Office Two Hours Later
Ridge sat at his desk, pouting. After he had left Brooke, he expected her to come running after him, saying she was sorry. Instead, not only had she let him walk, she didn't call him. And this crap with Deacon! She was no doubt using him to make him jealous.
Brooke's Office Same Time
Brooke clicked on her computer and got on-line. She had a few hours to kill before she left, and she was interested in hearing from Giovanni. Hopefully she could offer him a job before she gave Ridge the sack, but she needed to meet with him first. She decided to meet with him on Saturday, as no one was there except the production crew, and she didn't want to tip her hand. That left her less than a week. Then she looked at her notes on this guy who had been watching Ridge, VanderCreek.
Shawn VanderCreek, of the Massachusetts VanderCreeks. A family who had most of their business in shipping and investments, with a home in Greenwich, Connecticut and a villa in Italy. Their net worth was more than the Forresters, many times over. She remembered how opposed Ridge was to Shane because of his lack of money, and she had to laugh-little did Ridge know that Phoebe would be a wealthy woman had she married him.
Then she looked at Shawn's background.
Various private schools. An undergraduate at Yale, on a golf scholarship. An MBA from Harvard. Age: Twenty-nine.
He also stood to inherit billions and was the CFO at one of his family's companies.
She turned from her notes and opened the e-mail from Giovanni.
Ms. Logan,
I read your e-mail and your offer sounds intriguing. I will be in LA in two days, and I can meet with you then. I will be staying at the Bel Air Hotel, room fifty-seven. The number is 310-568-9986.
Giovanni.
She typed her reposnse and set the date for Saturday afternoon. Her cell rang.
Brooke: Hello?
Shawn: Ms. Logan?
Brooke: Yes. Is this Mr. VanderCreek?
He laughed.
Shawn: Call me Shawn.
Brooke: Ok. I checked you out.
Shawn: Good. I also have something for you you might be interested in.
Brooke: I see. Can you give me a hint?
Shawn: It is a conversation between Ridge and his mother, and it concerns your son, RJ and someone named Popeye.
So Ridge and Stephanie were discussing their bribing the doctor. She exhaled.
Brooke: Ok.
She nibbbled on a nail.
Brooke: Shawn?
Shawn: Yes?
Brooke: I assume you know this from bugging their office. Not that I don't appreciate your methods, but isn't there a law against bugging someone else's conversations?
Shawn: Ms. Logan, I have at least two lawyers in my immediate family. I know it's not legal. I plan on removing the devices when I have what I need. Are you interested?
Brooke: I certainly am. When can I meet you and where?
Shawn: Seven sounds good.
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