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Post by GIOVANNA on Nov 30, 2009 14:20:11 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. She sure is. When she had the nerve on the show to whine about Brooke's "Crimes against Rick and Bridget," I had to roll my eyes. Someone pisses her off, and according to her, it's a crime. So Brooke made a play for Ridge while she was his boss? Big damn deal, it's not like his job was in danger. Besides, no way, no how, did he have a problem with it. Not once did Ridge whine that Brooke was harassing him, and even if he did, he was the co-founder's son and could have done something.
As for her taking a swing at Jeffrey, well, the only reason she did that was because he made a dig at her twisted relationship with her boo.
Her assaulting Jeffrey was indeed stupid. She's lucky he didn't charge her on the spot. However, her day isn't over yet, and she still has a few errands to run, one of them visiting her son and trying to get him to file sexual harassment charges against Brooke. You might be shocked at his reaction.
Thanks for your comments.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Nov 30, 2009 14:54:00 GMT -5
entry 485
Heather's Office Thirty Minutes Later
Heather sat at her desk, thinking about her conversation with Mr. Danforth. She had asked him to meet her at Starbucks.
Flashback, Starbucks
Heather nursed her frappucino. She smiled at the memory of her last visit with her younger married sister, as Susan was always teasing her about her appetite and how she never gained weight. A tall man in his fifties approached her table. He cut a dignified figure in his three piece suit. She looked up.
Heather: Hello.
Man: Ms. Page?
Heather: Yes.
He smiled and sat down.
Man: I'm William Danforth.
Heather: Hello. Nice to meet you.
Danforth: Likewise. So, Ridge Forrester is your client.
Heather: Yes. I take it you're his late father's lawyer.
Danforth: That would be me.
She cleared her throat.
Heather: So the reading is on Friday.
Danforth: Yes.
Heather: So. What can I expect?
Danforth: My client was a wealthy man.
Heather: I gathered.
Danforth: Your client was his favorite son.
Heather: Ok.
Danforth: Mass was also extremely fair when it came to his will. He provided for all three of his children equally.
Three children? She thought. As far as she knew, Ridge only had a half brother on his father's side.
Heather: Ok.
Danforth: Your client, Ridge.
Heather: What about him?
Danforth: He pled guilty to violating a restraining order.
Heather: He did, as there was no way he would not have been convicted. The DA had the statement of his grandmother and her maid.
Danforth: Six months probation was a good deal. However.
Heather: What?
Danforth: Mass divided his company five ways. His widow, Jackie, got five percent, his right-hand man George got five percent. The three kids got thirty apiece.
Heather: Ok. What's the catch?
Danforth: If any of the principles is convicted of or pleads guilty of an offense in which prison time is possible, well, they forfeit their shares in the company.
Heather started coughing.
Heather: So you're saying with his plea-
Danforth: He doesn't get anything from the company.
Heather: So he gets nothing?
Danforth: Oh, no, he gets two million dollars, as well as the house in Bel Air. The old man didn't want anyone with a criminal record to have that kind of power with his company.
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Post by lalogan on Nov 30, 2009 15:57:48 GMT -5
Go Jeffrey!
Good LORD Fang is a stupid bitch! Slapping or otherwise assaulting someone is ALWAYS her reaction when someone points out how sick and twisted her relationship with her rapist son is, and/or calls her on her hypocrisy. She truly is a thug...a vicious, violent, foul-mouthed, nasty-tempered thug.
Jeffrey definitely hit every nerve with her...why DOES she have such an obsession with Brooke's private life, particularly who she sleeps with? I've long wondered if this obsession (which is amplified by her fixation on Brooke's body, particularly her genitalia) stems from a secret desire to sleep with Brooke herself. Brooke's such a "slut" according to Fang, and has "slept with every man in town"...are you perhaps a tad jealous, Fang? Not of Brooke for having way better of a sex life than your frigid ass ever has, but of the men she's slept with?
I definitely hope that Fang's little escapade gets back to her doctor and she gets her ample butt in some toasty water.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Nov 30, 2009 22:49:49 GMT -5
Go Jeffrey! Good LORD Fang is a stupid bitch! Slapping or otherwise assaulting someone is ALWAYS her reaction when someone points out how sick and twisted her relationship with her rapist son is, and/or calls her on her hypocrisy. She truly is a thug...a vicious, violent, foul-mouthed, nasty-tempered thug. Jeffrey definitely hit every nerve with her...why DOES she have such an obsession with Brooke's private life, particularly who she sleeps with? I've long wondered if this obsession (which is amplified by her fixation on Brooke's body, particularly her genitalia) stems from a secret desire to sleep with Brooke herself. Brooke's such a "slut" according to Fang, and has "slept with every man in town"...are you perhaps a tad jealous, Fang? Not of Brooke for having way better of a sex life than your frigid ass ever has, but of the men she's slept with? I definitely hope that Fang's little escapade gets back to her doctor and she gets her ample butt in some toasty water. Thanks for your comments. It always kills me on the show when she screeches about Brooke's crimes, which are usually bad judgment calls where men are concerned, yet when someone calls her on actual crimes (I.E. medical fraud, slapping Taylor, shoving Jackie, and numerous attacks on Brooke, etc.) she either has an excuse or, "I'm protecting my family." As I recall, the latter was her excuse when she faked a stroke. Funny how she didn't think of how Thorne, Eric, or Darla would feel if she actually died.
And Jeffrey is indeed on a roll. Imagine having the old bat barging in and demanding that he arrest a woman for "Sexually harassing my son."
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Post by GIOVANNA on Nov 30, 2009 23:23:13 GMT -5
entry 486
Heather's Office The Same Time
Heather shook her head, thinking about how her spoiled client was going to deal with the fact that he had lost a chunk of the family company. From what she read, Ridge was more of a designer than anything else and hadn't been involved in the shipping business, but she suffered no delusions about what a jerk he was. Men like him hated losing, and she had heard enough about Ridge and his brother to know that Nick owning a bulk of the company would really piss him off.
Flashback
Heather: Mr. Danforth?
Danforth: What?
Heather: You said that Mr. Marone had three kids. Who-
Danforth: Your client, Nick Marone, and Amber Moore.
Heather's eyes widened.
Heather: Amber Moore?
Danforth: Yes. Why?
Heather: Doesn't she own her own clothing line?
Danforth: She does.
She heard tapping on her door and looked up to see Jonathon.
Heather: Hello.
He smiled tightly.
Jon: How are things?
She leaned back.
Heather: Well, I have the reading of the will on Friday, and-
Jon: Ridge's father, right?
Heather: Yep. How much should I charge?
Before Jonathon could answer, an elderly woman barged into the office.
Woman: Jonathon. I have a bone to pick with you.
He stepped back.
Jon: Stephanie.
Heather stood up.
Heather: Excuse me, may I-
Jon: Heather, this is Stephanie Forrester, Ridge's mother. Stephanie, this is Heather Page, my new associate.
Stephanie glanced at her, then turned to Jonathon.
Stephanie: How could you let something like this happen to Ridge?
Jon: Excuse me? I thought Ridge got probation and was sentenced. Pretty mild punishment for what he did.
Stephanie: He does not belong there. I want him out. How could you-
Jon: I wasn't representing Ridge on that matter.
Stephanie: Well, who the hell was? Whom do I blame for my son being in that hole.
Jon: Why not blame Brooke Logan? That usually seems to work.
Stephanie: I asked you a question. Who was my son's lawyer on that matter?
Jon turned to Heather.
Jon: Want to take this?
Heather: I was the one representing Ridge Forrester in regards to his violating a restraining order.
Stephanie drew herself up.
Stephanie: You stupid bitch.
Heather: Excuse me? I know you aren't talking to me.
Stephanie hauled off and slapped her with enough force to knock her back. Heather clutched her chair and reached for the phone. She picked it up and dialed.
Heather: Hello, security?
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Post by brookeloganfan on Dec 1, 2009 12:01:56 GMT -5
This is getting good! Throw Hag in jail where she belongs.
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Post by simmiem2 on Dec 1, 2009 17:15:29 GMT -5
I actually sighed with pure pleasure when Stephanie slapped Heather. Just the idea of the consequences makes me smile with glee!! I hope b4 security comes and removes her, Heather fattens Stephanie's right eye. I dont know why she feels its ok to walk around slapping people. How come more people dont slap her in retaliation? I'm tired of people looking surprised and holding their jaws. Someone should just knock the old lady to the floor and call it a day! Sheesh!
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 2, 2009 2:34:12 GMT -5
This is getting good! Throw Hag in jail where she belongs. Thanks for your comments.
I don't want Hag in jail-yet. She still has payback, and I am enjoying every minute of it.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 2, 2009 2:37:58 GMT -5
I actually sighed with pure pleasure when Stephanie slapped Heather. Just the idea of the consequences makes me smile with glee!! I hope b4 security comes and removes her, Heather fattens Stephanie's right eye. I dont know why she feels its ok to walk around slapping people. How come more people dont slap her in retaliation? I'm tired of people looking surprised and holding their jaws. Someone should just knock the old lady to the floor and call it a day! Sheesh! Thanks for your comments. Hag is way out of line for slapping Heather, as the woman did in fact keep the jerk out of prison. She picked the wrong woman to screw with, as Heather is no dummy and when pushed, can give as good as she gets.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 2, 2009 2:52:11 GMT -5
entry 487
Heather's Office The Same Time
Stephanie stared at Heather.
Just who did this scrawny bitch think she was, calling security on her? Didn't she know who she was?
She grabbed the phone and pulled it out of the other woman's hand.
Stephanie: Don't even think about it.
Jon: Stephanie.
Heather stared at her. My God, this woman is nuts!
Stephanie: Does this girl know who I am?
Heather: Yes, I know who you are. You're the mother of my latest client, a client from hell. And I suggest you back off or your bastard son can get another lawyer.
Stephanie: How DARE you talk about my son like that?
Heather reached into her desk and pulled out a gun. She aimed it at her.
Heather: I'm going to count to five, and you had better back at least ten feet away from me, or I will pull the trigger.
Jon: Heather, calm down.
Heather: Not if it means compromising my safety.
Stephanie backed towards the door, and Heather picked the phone up.
Heather: Hello, security? I have a crazy woman in my office. I'm in suite five hundred and thirty.
She lowered the gun, then grabbed the older woman by the arm.
Heather: Before security arrives, give me one good reason why I shouldn't give you a dose of what you just gave me.
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Post by MissJr on Dec 2, 2009 17:10:02 GMT -5
I actually sighed with pure pleasure when Stephanie slapped Heather. Just the idea of the consequences makes me smile with glee!!I hope b4 security comes and removes her, Heather fattens Stephanie's right eye. I dont know why she feels its ok to walk around slapping people. How come more people dont slap her in retaliation? I'm tired of people looking surprised and holding their jaws. Someone should just knock the old lady to the floor and call it a day! Sheesh! I know, right? At least in Giovanna's story, the hag gets some payback for her evil and nasty ways. I guess if someone can slap her own elderly mother, then it's not that much of a stretch to imagine that she would strike a young lawyer who is also an officer of the court--in front of a witness. I love that Heather is packing heat and has no problem pumping a bullet in Stephanie's ample rump!
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 3, 2009 3:24:41 GMT -5
entry 488
Heather's Office The Same Time
Stephanie yanked herself away from Heather and hauled off to slap her, only to have the younger woman grab her wrist and twist her arm behind her back. Heather then forced her face onto the desk. When she spoke, her voice was like ice.
Heather: I let that first slap slide as a courtesy. Try anything like that again, and security drags you out of here with a black eye.
Stephanie gasped.
Stephanie: How dare you threaten me.
Heather: I don't make empty threats. And considering the fact that I have your arm in my grasp, I can do what I want.
A security guard entered.
Guard: Ms. Page?
Heather released Stephanie, who stood up and glared at her.
Heather: That's her.
She gestured.
Heather: Please, get this elderly menace out of my office.
Stephanie: This-bitch threatened me. And she pulled a gun-
Guard: Is this true?
Jon: Mrs. Forrester slapped my associate without provocation.
Stephanie: Please, she destroyed my son's life.
Jon: Six months probation at a group home does not qualify as ruination.
Stephanie: Maybe on your planet.
Jon: She also grabbed the phone from Ms. Page and moved towards her. Ms. Page was only defending herself.
Stephanie: She grabbed-
Jon: She grabbed your arm when you tried to slap her. Again.
The guard sighed.
Guard: Is this true?
Heather: Yes, it is. Please, get her out of here.
Guard: Mrs. Forrester.
He placed a hand on his gun.
Guard: I need to escort you out.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 4, 2009 0:38:48 GMT -5
entry 489
Heather's Office An Hour Later
Heather nursed a cup of coffee. No wonder Jon had tossed Ridge Forrester's file on her desk. The man was an idiot with a mother from hell. Barging in and ordering Jon to get Ridge out of the group home. Her phone rang and she picked it up.
Heather: Hello.
Voice: Hello, is this Ms. Page?
Heather: This is she.
The man on the other end of the line laughed.
Voice: This is Mr. Cheng from the DA's office. Guess who just dropped by my office?
Heather: Who?
Jeffrey: Your client's mother. She's a real piece of work.
Heather: Tell me about it. She showed up here and assaulted me. And she cursed at me.
Jeffrey: Let me guess, she called you "Stupid."
Heather: She called me a "Stupid bitch."
Jeffrey laughed.
Jeffrey: I got that as well, only she called me a stupid bastard. She had the nerve to demand that I arrest Brooke Logan for sexually harassing her son.
Heather: You're serious?
Jeffrey: Yep. Boy, you must have really pissed your boss off if he dumped that twisted twosome on your desk.
Heather: She's not my client, he is.
Jeffrey: She may as well be. Those two are a package deal. Make sure you charge the rapist double.
Heather: The jerk isn't facing any new charges, is he?
Jeffrey: No. But give him time, he will be. He is that stupid.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 7, 2009 19:31:11 GMT -5
entry 490
Forrester Creations, The Showroom Two O'Clock P.M.
Felicia stood in the doorway, supervising the room that would show the world that nepotism may have gotten her the job, but balls and talent were what kept her there, on top. She was casually but elegantly dressed in a purple satin strapless dress and a black silk jacket, which made her look stylish and professional at the same time. Her look was completed by a pair of black leather Chanel pumps. She smiled as she checked the guest list. First there was Jarret, and the usual ones. The opening was the usual lineup of gowns that her family's company was famous for, then she had Casanova. She alluded to the line by name only, and there was the advertising, which consisted of Deacon's profile in shadow, with the words, Casanova, in black and white. The showing was on Friday, and she was wired.
As she was thinking, she heard a low whistle.
Voice: Hello, Baby.
She turned and smiled, seeing Deacon saunter in with his trademark swing. He walked up to her and slid his arms around her, then held her at arm's length, eying her appreciatively.
Deacon: Damn, I didn't think it was possible, but you just keep getting hotter and hotter.
She laughed.
Felicia: Wait until you see what I'm wearing for the debut of our baby.
He laughed raunchily.
Deacon: I don't care, as I'll be getting you out of it soon enough.
Felicia: Deacon. You're making me blush.
He smiled wolfishly.
Deacon: Part of my charm.
Felicia: How did you get in?
Deacon: I told them I was sleeping with the boss.
Felicia: You did not.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 7, 2009 19:43:51 GMT -5
entry 491
Ambrosia The Same Time
Amber stood over her desk, looking at the lineup. She was pleased, as since her line had been featured in the latest issue of Glamour by Brittney Spears, the orders had been pouring in. She took a swig of her diet coke as she thought about her week.
The phone rang and she picked it up.
Amber: Hello?
Voice: Hello, Amber? It's your brother.
She smiled.
Amber: Hi, Nick. What's up?
Nick: Nada, I'm just checking on my baby sister.
She giggled.
Amber: You make me feel like I'm twelve.
Nick: Are you free on Friday?
She bit her lip.
Amber: Damn. No, I-wait, I have something, but I can reschedule.
Nick: It's our father's will.
Her face clouded over. A few years ago, she would have been on cloud nine that she had a wealthy father, but after her success and the death of her mother, she realized that money wasn't as important as she thought it was. She exhaled, as she wished Mass hadn't died, then her eyes watered.
Amber: Oh, that.
Nick: Yep.
Amber: Look, you may think I'm being horrible, but I don't really care about the money. I-just got used to having a father, only to lose him. Is it okay if I send my lawyer?
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 11, 2009 0:34:48 GMT -5
entry 492
Brooke's Office The Same Time
Brooke stood in front of her mirror, checking out her appearance. She was wearing an off-white bustier with green ribbons. The ribbons were made from a hybrid of satin and cotton as a nod to frugal times. She bit her lower lip as she turned around and pulled her hair out of her face. It had been over a month since she had started on her diet, and she was dying for a dish of ice cream, but the results were well worth it.
Four children and I managed to keep a size six, she thought.
The door opened and she heard a whistle. She turned to see Giovanni in the doorway.
Giovanni: Damn, you look good.
She felt her face heat up and gestured.
Brooke: Come in and close the door.
He entered and laughed softly.
Giovanni: Don't tell me you're getting shy.
He closed the door and she smiled shyly.
Brooke: A little.
She checked him out and marveled at how he always managed to look good. He was wearing a white cotton shirt and jeans, but exuded sophistication and masculinity at the same time.
He walked up to her and slid his arms around her, and she shivered.
Giovanni: Cold?
Brooke: No. Do you like this one?
Giovanni: A whistle from a man means approval.
She laughed lightly.
Brooke: Very true. Have you thought about my idea?
Giovanni: You mean for the men's fragrance?
Brooke: Yep.
Giovanni: I have. Let's get our line out first, ok?
Brooke: Sounds good to me. I figure, make our names, then capitalize on that. Then we can do the men's line to coincide with the fragrance.
He laughed.
Giovanni: M'lady, the marketing whiz. Thought about our wedding lately?
Brooke: Yes. My sister is having a bridal shower in a week, then we can do it in late May.
Giovanni: Sounds good. Then we can move in to our new home.
Brooke: Then Hope and RJ go to camp.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 11, 2009 1:12:49 GMT -5
entry 493
Rick's House The Same Time
Rick entered from the back. He had spent the early afternoon swimming, and decided to call his mother. She had called him earlier and said she had some news. The phone rang and he picked it up.
Rick: Hello.
Voice: Hello, Rick?
Rick: Yeah, this is he.
Voice: Hi, it's Amber. Are you busy?
Rick: Hi. No, I'm not, actually. What's up?
Amber: I thought about our meeting. Are you still looking for work?
Rick: Maybe.
There was a pause.
Rick: I'm sorry about your mother. Did you get the flowers?
Amber: I did. Thanks. And I got the ones from your mom.
Rick: What kind of job-
Amber: Well, since you worked in Paris at FC International, I thought you might have some ideas.
Rick: Ok.
Amber: I am having a showing pretty soon, and the buzz sounds good. I could probably hire you to head my international division. What are your plans for this week?
Rick: I'm free.
Amber: Ok, can you meet me for lunch tomorrow?
Rick: Tomorrow sounds good.
Amber: How about Insomnia at twelve?
Rick: Ok, I'll see you there.
Amber: Bye, Rick.
Rick: Later.
He hung up.
The Forrester Mansion, The Foyer The Same Time
Ann entered and put her purse down. She had spent the morning with Dante, and she was going to meet Felicia for dinner later. Her brainy granddaughter was sounding full of life these days, and she said that she had a surprise, but she had begged her grandmother to keep their dinner secret. Ann frowned, as Felicia was usually pretty upfront.
She's probably just excited about her new line, she thought.
The phone rang and she picked it up.
Ann: Hello.
Voice: Hello, may I speak to Ridge Forrester, please?
Ann cleared her throat.
Ann: He no longer lives here.
Voice: I see. With whom am I speaking?
Ann: I'm his grandmother, Mrs. Douglas.
Voice: Oh, Mrs. Douglas, this is Dean Carmichael from the Design Institute. That is where Thomas Forrester was a student.
Ann: What do you mean, "Was"?
Dean: Well, he's been suspended. We were going to expel him, but he begged us to reconsider. I did so, under the condition that he get some sort of therapy.
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Post by sugarpie on Dec 11, 2009 9:30:42 GMT -5
((GIO))) Catching up...........Keep up the good work........ ;D
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 12, 2009 3:00:23 GMT -5
entry 494
The Forrester Mansion Foyer The Same Time
Ann frowned. Thomas had made no mention of his being suspended to her. The little demon seed probably didn't tell his father, either. And even if he did, Ridge probably didn't do a a damn thing. Ann could just hear their conversation now.
Ridge: So, Thomas, how are your studies?
Thomas: Oh, fine, Dad. By the way, I got expelled.
Ridge: Really, Son? That's nice. Now go out and get laid, as I need to call Brooke and browbeat her into taking me back.
Ann: Excuse me, but did you say you were going to expel my great grandson?
Carmichael: I did.
Ann: Heavens. What did he do?
Carmichael: Well, this female student filed a report. She claims that he-
Ann: Spit it out.
Carmichael: She claims that he sexually assaulted her. Well, we like to handle these things in house, as we don't want bad publicity.
Ann: How bad was it?
Carmichael: The girl had some broken ribs and a black eye.
Ann: And what did Thomas say?
Carmichael: Oh, just that she was a whore who liked it rough. I was just calling to see if he had looked into counseling.
Ann: I see. Look, I know this sounds unorthodox, but could you fax me the report? I have had concerns about Thomas since he came home, and my concerns seem to be falling on deaf ears.
Carmichael: Do you have access to a fax?
Ann: My former son-in-law might. Let me call you back. Could you give me your number?
Carmichael: Certainly. Two-one-three-six-five-two-six-four hundred.
Ann: Thanks.
She hung up. So Thomas was already acting out his violent fantasies and he had hurt someone? Little monster. She was planning on having a nice dinner with Felicia and hearing about her new line, and now she was going to be distracted because the little brat was running around, unchecked.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 12, 2009 3:31:28 GMT -5
entry 495
Bridgette's Condo The Same Time
Bridgette stumbled to the kitchen and turned the coffee maker on. She had taken a few days off after her argument with Zach, and decided to go to work later. As she turned to get her favorite mug out of the cabinet, she noticed that her answering machine was blinking. Absentmindedly she pressed the play button.
Voice: Hello, Honey, it's your mother. Zach was just here, and he is worried about you. Please call me back.
Bridgette frowned as she thought of their argument. It was over Ridge.
Flashback
Bridgette entered her apartment, only to hear the phone ringing. She picked it up.
Bridgette: Hello?
Voice: Hello, Bridgette? It's Zach.
She smiled.
Bridgette: Hey, how are you?
Zach: Not good. We need to talk.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 20, 2009 13:52:46 GMT -5
entry 496
Forrester Creations, Felicia's Office Five O'Clock P.M.
Felicia sat at her desk, facing Yves Chalfont, the designer who had taken over Giovanni's job. He was gorgeous, with his brown hair and cobalt eyes. Plus he towered over her by six inches. She smiled, thinking it it weren't for Deacon, she might go out with him, as they would have such gorgeous babies. But that was before Deacon had come into her life and won Dante over. She had been single for a while, and decided that Dante needed a bit of stability. She bit her lower lip, thinking of the irony, the family rebel wanting to settle down. Then she pushed thoughts of that to the back of her mind. Better get back to business.
Yves was about her age, and very talented. He had made the transition to head designer seamlessly. When Brooke and Giovanni had resigned, she had started calling design schools and had come up with a winner.
Yves coughed.
Yves: So, the showing is at ten tomorrow?
Felicia: Yep. Ready?
He smiled, showing his dimples.
Yves: Of course. First the gowns, then the men's line.
Felicia: Yep.
Yves: And you said there was a surprise.
She grinned.
Yves: What is it?
Felicia: You'll see. And if there isn't anything else, I need to go. I'm metting my grandmother for dinner.
Deacon's High-Rise The Same Time
Deacon checked his watch, then his appearance. He looked dangerously sexy, with his black tuxedo. He allowed himself a small smile, as he was wondering how Mrs. Douglas would take his and Felicia's news. Hopefully, she'd be cool.
Then there was the showing. He had called Shawn and offered to give him seats, along with Amber, but Shawn had said Amber was meeting about her father's will, so she couldn't make it. Deacon mentioned a show ender which would blow everyone's mind, and Shawn agreed to show up. Deacon smiled, as this surprise would be a real shocker.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 22, 2009 15:31:08 GMT -5
entry 497
Ridge's Office The Same Time
Ridge stretched and sipped his coffee. He exhaled as he thought about the line next week. According to the gossip, Forrester was doing their line tomorrow. Then he realized that he needed to call his lawyer. He picked up the phone and dialed.
Voice: Hello.
Ridge: Yeah, I need to speak to Ms. Page, please.
Voice: One moment.
There was a pause before a woman answered.
Voice: Hello, this is Ms. Page.
He cleared his throat.
Ridge: Hello, it's Ridge Forrester.
He heard a snort.
Heather: What do you want?
Nice greeting, he thought.
Ridge: I'm calling about my father's will.
Heather: Well, talk to your lawyer, which isn't me.
Ridge: Excuse me?
Heather: You heard. Dealing with a moron like you is taxing enough, I don't need the headache of your mother.
Ridge: I did a background check on you.
Heather: Oh?
Ridge: Yes, oh. Apparently your credentials are excellent. Plus as much as I hate where I'm living now, it is preferable to prison. I asked around, and the general consensus is, I got off easy. So. I want you as my lawyer.
She exhaled.
Heather: I have no desire to deal with Mommy Dearest.
Ridge: Come on, my mother is just a bit overprotective.
Heather: Really.
Ridge: What did she do?
Heather: Barged into my office, demanded that Jon get you out of that place, then called me a stupid bitch. She slapped me with enough force to knock me back a few feet, and would have done so again had I not twisted her arm. I had to call security. And I pulled a gun.
Ridge: Balls.
Heather: Ask Jon if you don't believe me.
Ridge: No, I believe you. Look, if I pay you double and talk to her, will you stay?
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 24, 2009 15:17:37 GMT -5
entry 498
Heather's Office The Same Time
Heather leaned back and exhaled.
Heather: You'd actually stand up to your mother?
Ridge: So?
Heather: Too bad you didn't man up where Brooke was concerned.
Ridge: I resent that comment. I have always been her white knight.
She rolled her eyes and thought about hanging up on him, then realized if he could pay her double, it might be worth it.
Heather: Very well. I will stay on as your attorney. But I expect you to tell your mother to back off. The next time she barges into my office, I'll have her arrested.
She hung up.
Ridge's Office The Same Time
Ridge exhaled and picked up his coat. The bus was going to be there to pick him up.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 26, 2009 13:46:56 GMT -5
entry 499
The Group Home Six-Thirty P.M.
Thomas got out of his 2010 black jaguar with the custom license plates reading "PRINCE 1." He rolled his eyes, as he would've preferred a plate saying either "2 SEXY" or "PLAYER." He was wearing a white shirt and a pair of black pants per his great grandmother's instructions, as she thought he should dress up for his father. Thomas shook his head at how stupid his father was, getting himself arrested and tossed in this dump. He had no desire to be here, but Ann had insisted. He heaved a put-upon sigh as he opened his trunk and pulled out a box of clothes.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 27, 2009 12:37:51 GMT -5
entry 500
The Group Home The Same Time
Thomas entered the house where his father was staying and shook his head. Not only was the area scummy, but the house was ugly as well. The furniture was second hand and there were no decorations. He entered the living room and was stopped by a woman in her fifties with glasses and graying hair.
Woman: Hello, may I help you?
Thomas: Who're you?
Woman: Doris. I am the night attendant.
Thomas: I am looking for Ridge Forrester.
She gestured.
Doris: His room is on the right.
Spago The Same Time
Amber sat at her favorite booth, picking at her salad. Shawn sat opposite her. He put his fork down and waved his hand in front of her face, and she managed a wan smile.
Shawn: Earth to Amber.
She laughed.
Shawn: Penny for your thoughts. You're a million miles away.
Amber: I had lunch with Rick today.
Shawn: Your ex?
Amber: Yeah, it was about business. After the line debuts, I may hire him.
Shawn raised an eyebrow.
Shawn: You should. Didn't he work at Forrester International?
Amber: Yep.
She exhaled.
Amber: Ridge really put his mother through the wringer.
Shawn: If you're worried about Brooke, don't be. She's finally grown up where Ridge is concerned. After what she did to Ridge, I wouldn't cross her in a million years.
Amber giggled.
Amber: She invited me to her bridal shower.
Shawn: I assume you're going.
Amber: I want to, but I feel like I'm being disloyal to Ridge. He's a jerk, but he is my brother.
Shawn: You're kidding, I hope. If you want to, go. Besides, you're aunt to her two sons. And I don't see you as owing Ridge anything. Besides, he's too busy working at Spectra to care. Plus he is going to be a daddy.
Amber: Figures. Who is the lucky mother so I can send my condolences?
Shawn: Jasmine Vale Spectra.
Amber started coughing.
Amber: You're kidding.
Shawn: No, I'm not. Why? Do you know her?
Amber: That hussy was one of my models. I fired her for taking one of the purses I designed. You said Spectra-
Shawn: She's Sally and Adam's daughter.
Amber's eyes got big.
Amber: So Ridge and a Spectra are having a baby? Precious.
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