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Post by GIOVANNA on Feb 15, 2010 23:07:27 GMT -5
entry 518
Connie's Apartment The Same Time
Abby stretched and sipped her coffee. She had made a list of fashion houses to apply to, and she needed to recheck her notes. Because of her age, Ambrosia might be a wise choice, as Amber targeted young ladies. Spectra looked interesting. JackieM made the kind of clothing she adored, but she kept coming back to Forrester. Her pretty face darkened as she thought of Thomas and their ill-fated date. He had taken her virginity as if it were his God-given right and given her three broken ribs.
P*ick, she thought.
She had been gung-ho about pressing charges, but the dean had talked her out of it, reminding her that Thomas's family had money and could drag her name through the mud. At first she was furious at the notion that her assault was treated like some damn traffic ticket, but after a few days, she decided to go along with the dean's wishes. After all, she had a degree to get and a career to start on, and pressing charges would get in the way. Then she realized the power she had with those pictures of her from the hospital, and a plan started to form.
Put in a good word with your grandfather and get me a job with the company or he sees what you did to me.
She knew some people would view her plan as blackmail, but if that brat didn't use her as a human punching bag, there would be no dirt. Then she thought of Thomas's former stepmother, Brooke. Abby knew the history of that family, and she had a sneaky feeling ThomAss and his former stepmother probably didn't get along.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Feb 23, 2010 2:17:42 GMT -5
entry 519
Forrester Creations, Thorne's Office The Same Time
Ann sat in a plush leather chair, fanning herself.
My, Felicia certainly knows how to stir things up, she thought. She smiled at the memory of the showing.
Flashback
After Felicia and Deacon had taken their bows, Eric had gestured for the technician to lower the curtain. Then he gestured for them to go backstage. As he was headed towards the dressing room, he was set upon by reporters.
Mr. Forrester, did you know about this?
Do you think Deacon is after your daughter's money?
Wasn't Deacon married to your other daughter, Bridgette?
Eric waved them away with his hand, saying "No comment," then gestrued for Thorne to follow him. Thorne raised his eyebrow and stood up. As he headed for the door, he turned to Ann.
Thorne: Take my daughters upstairs to the conference room and have Megan sit with them.
Ann did so, and as she took them upstairs, the two girls started asking her questions.
Ally: Nana Ann, is Auntie Felicia going to marry Deacon?
Hope: If she does, can I be a flower girl?
After Ann had taken them upstairs, she snuck backstage and hid behind a rack of gowns.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Feb 23, 2010 2:44:46 GMT -5
entry 520
Flashback, Forrester Creations, The Dressing Room
Ann strained her ears as she looked at the scene in front of her. Her former son-in-law was uncharacteristically flustered. He turned to Felicia.
Eric: What were you thinking?
Felicia: Daddy-
He turned from her, running a hand through his silver hair, then turned to Thorne.
Eric: Did you know she had planned this?
Thorne shook his head.
Thorne: No, I didn't.
Eric: So you kept this from your family.
Felicia: I wanted the element of surprise.
Eric exhaled.
Felicia walked to the door and pointed to it.
Felicia: Listen to that, Daddy. The press loves my line, and they love Deacon.
Deacon, who was standing off to the side, flashed a devilish smile.
Felicia: You can't buy that kind of press. Not even Donna Logan or Whip Jones could market like that.
Eric: This line was a risk. It was a departure from our men's line.
Thorne: Come on, Dad. People thought that about Brooke's lingerie line, and that made us a lot of money. We're a clothing company, not an accounting firm. Besides, since when has Felicia been wrong about marketing trends?
Eric: Are you supporting this?
Thorne: Damn straight I am. Flea's right, Dad. The press adores Deacon. And this line broadens our sales base. Besides, we have a three-page spread in GQ, as well as Vanity Fair.
Eric: This proposal was a publicity stunt.
Deacon stepped forward.
Deacon: Are you doubting the sincerity of my proposal?
Ann shook her head. She had to admit she admired Deacon's nerve, but she worried how prudent he was being with his future father-in-law.
Deacon put his arm around Felicia, and she smiled up at him.
Deacon: Besides, Mrs. Douglas has no problem with me, why should you?
Eric cleared his throat, and Ann stepped forward.
Ann: I think Deacon's right.
Eric: Excuse me?
Ann: I had dinner with Felicia and Deacon, and he is very sincere about her.
Eric: He was married to her sister.
Well, didn't you marry Brooke after she and Ridge broke up, she thought of asking.
Ann: Yes, at least five years ago.
Eric coughed.
Ann: Besides, I don't see that as an issue. Your daughter is an adult.
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Post by MissJr on Feb 23, 2010 15:04:41 GMT -5
Gio, I love your latest installments! I'm glad that the fashion show was such a huge success for Felicia. While I can understand Eric's concerns, he needs to take a chill pill and trust that Felicia can make up her own mind when it comes to Deacon. After all, she is no doe-eyed little school girl who had a wedding band on her finger before she purchased prom tickets or wore a cap and gown. BTW--I am worried that Ann is becoming quite a busybody and a nuisance. So, the girl that ThomAss raped is going to use what he did to land a job at Forrester? Is there some reason she's not pursuing him criminally? Or, are they still at university?
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Post by GIOVANNA on Feb 24, 2010 2:11:28 GMT -5
Gio, I love your latest installments! I'm glad that the fashion show was such a huge success for Felicia. While I can understand Eric's concerns, he needs to take a chill pill and trust that Felicia can make up her own mind when it comes to Deacon. After all, she is no doe-eyed little school girl who had a wedding band on her finger before she purchased prom tickets or wore a cap and gown. BTW--I am worried that Ann is becoming quite a busybody and a nuisance. So, the girl that ThomAss raped is going to use what he did to land a job at Forrester? Is there some reason she's not pursuing him criminally? Or, are they still at university? Thanks for your comments. About Ann, I will pull back, as I don't want to mess her up as a character. My intent was for her to really support Thorne and Felicia, as they got overlooked for years.
As for Abby, I wasn't sure about how to use her. She was talked out of pressing charges by the dean because ThomAss's family has money. IMO, she is entitled to her pound of flesh from him, but she may want to tread carefully, as he might view it as blackmail.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Feb 25, 2010 2:59:08 GMT -5
entry 521
Flashback, Forrester Creations
Eric sighed. Deacon pulled Felicia closer to him and winked at Ann.
Eric: Ann, did you know about this?
Ann: No, I didn't.
Deacon: Look, Eric, we've already met with a lawyer. I'll sign anything he puts in front of me.
Eric: Thorne?
Thorne: What?
Eric: What are your thoughts?
Thorne: I'll support my sister a hundred percent. Felicia knows what she's doing.
Eric: Your brother won't like it.
Who gives a damn, thought Ann.
Felicia sighed.
Ann: Not to be a busybody grandparent, but I'd like to speak to Felicia alone. Gentlemen?
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Post by MissJr on Feb 25, 2010 13:29:18 GMT -5
It's infuriating that Eric STILL thinks Thorne or any of his real children should give a flying you-know-what about what Ridge thinks! Is he kidding me with that stuff?! I like that Ann is so supportive of Felicia and I have a funny feeling that as conservative as Stephanie's upbringing was that Ann was probably quite the hell-raiser in her day before she married John Douglas. I don't mind Ann putting in her two cents and being the conscience of her family. Her grandson and great-grandson are a couple of sociopaths; Eric wouldn't think twice about giving away the store when it comes to Ridge; and having Stephanie as a daughter would be an emotional strain on anyone. It's great that someone in that family speaks up and calls a spade a spade. I just get a little worried for her safety and that someone is going to snap at her for being a busybody or buttinsky. ThomAss is already disrespectful and rude and has shown that he isn't above resorting to physical violence to get his way. I just wouldn't put it past him to resort to elder abuse. Not to mention that Stephanie has already raised her hand to Ann just because Ridge wasn't favored.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Feb 25, 2010 17:15:49 GMT -5
entry 522
Forrester Creations, Flashback
Felicia: I know you think I'm rushing this.
Ann: Not really. As I said earlier, Deacon is sincere. And if you two have met with a lawyer, fine.
Felicia: About him being Bridgette's former husband-
Ann waved her hand.
Ann: Ancient history. Besides, I talked to Brooke, and from what she tells me, not only was Bridgette a mere child, Deacon was in his thirties. And considering Ridge's marital history as well as your father's, I don't see that they have any reason to say anything.
Felicia: So you're on my side.
Ann: Yes, I am. Besides, Deacon doesn't want to mess with me. I just want you to be happy.
Felicia laughed.
Felicia: He makes me happy. Plus he adores my son.
Ann: Very well. I think your father will come around. Just remember, you will always be his little girl. I was thinking.
Felicia: What?
Ann: This day calls for a celebration. After all, your line did well, and there is a wedding coming up. Why don't the five of us have dinner? And we can bring the babies.
Felicia: Can we bring Deacon, junior?
Ann: Of course. He will be family, after all.
Felicia laughed and hugged her grandmother.
Ann: I need to call Brooke. Should I invite her?
Felicia: You can, but she will say no. After all, she is the competition. Oh, I need a favor.
Ann: What, Dear?
Felicia: No Ridge. I know it sounds awful, but he hates Deacon. I don't want him carrying on and taking his potshots.
Ann: Very well. But Ridge can't go anywhere except the group home and work. As for his feelings toward Deacon, he needs to put a lid on them.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Feb 25, 2010 23:12:02 GMT -5
entry 523
JackieM, Brooke's Office Present
Brooke sat in her chair, watching the news on fashion. She smiled, a bemused smile, at Deacon and Felicia's news. Casanova looked like a winner, even if she preferred her men more formally dressed. And Deacon certainly knew how to play to the camera. She may have had her differences with Stephanie, but she and Felicia had respected each other in spite of their differences. And Thorne, even if he wasn't the father of her daughter, deserved his day in the spotlight. She put the TV on mute and thought about the events of the day. It was hard to believe that she had busted her butt at FC for so long, and watching the news made her tenure there seem so long ago. That part of her life was truly over.
She thought about her coffee with Ann earlier. They had met at Starbucks.
Ann sipped her tea as Brooke entered, looking sleek in form-fitting black leather pants and a white silk blouse. She smiled and sat down.
Ann: Morning, Brooke.
Brooke: Hello, Ann. Are you excited about the showing?
Ann: A bit.
Brooke: Eric and his family really know how to put on a show.
Ann: I heard. Ally and Hope are excited.
Brooke laughed lightly.
Brooke: I'm sure. I've had Hope's attention for years, so I figure her father deserves time with her. Oh, I brought you something.
She pulled out a large, light blue, leather purse.
Ann: Heavens.
Brooke: I talked to Felicia about what you would be wearing, so this wouldn't clash.
She smiled mischeviously.
Brooke: Guard it with your life, as I know of a few reporters who would kill to get ahold of it.
Ann took the purse and frowned, examining it closely.
Ann: I have a purse.
Brooke: Yes, but this is a luxury purchase and an olive branch. Besides, you can put programs in it. I am sure Eric will have a few.
Ann: It's huge. I could fit my kitchen sink in it.
Brooke: Big purses are fashionable. It is also our biggest seller.
Ann: "Our"?
Brooke: JackieM's. I also asked Felicia if carrying a purse from the competition would be okay. I also got the okay from Jackie.
Ann: This-is it leather?
Brooke: Yep.
Ann: Heavens.
Brooke: We have a waiting list for that, and it sells for one thousand and five hundred.
Ann: Mercy. A waiting list for a purse?
Brooke: You'd be shocked at what some women spend money on.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Feb 27, 2010 3:29:15 GMT -5
entry 524
Brooke's Office The Present
Brooke sat, nibbling on her thumbnail, when the phone rang. She picked it up.
Brooke: Hello?
Voice: Hello, Brooke?
Brooke: This is she.
Voice: Hello, it's Ann Douglas.
Brooke smiled wryly.
Brooke: Hello. How was the showing?
Ann: Interesting. It looks like my family is getting bigger.
Brooke: Meaning Deacon and his son?
Ann: Yes. You heard?
Brooke: It's all over the news. I also hear Felicia's line did well.
Ann: It did. I was calling because we are having a dinner to celebrate and I was wondering if Hope could stay with Thorne.
Brooke: Of course.
Ann: Would you like to come, Dear?
Brooke laughed lightly.
Brooke: That is thoughtful of you to think of me, but I'm the competition and we have other plans. Plus I need to close that chapter on my life. Oh, I have this tendency of attracting press, and this is Thorne, Felicia and Deacon's day to shine. I don't want to run the risk of robbing them of their moment in the sun.
Ann: Very well. Oh, thank you for the purse.
Brooke: You're welcome.
Ann: Well, I need to go. We need to collect the children.
Brooke: Bye.
Ann: Good-bye, Dear.
Brooke hung up, then leaned back.
The phone rang. She exhaled, thinking about how she wanted to plan her wedding, then picked it up.
Brooke: Hello?
Voice: Hello, is this Ms. Logan?
Brooke: This is she.
Voice: This is William Danforth. I'm the estate lawyer for Massimo Marone.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Mar 5, 2010 0:32:43 GMT -5
entry 525
Brooke's Office The Present
Brooke frowned. She and Massimo had an unspoken agreement, that he could see his grandchildren any time he wanted, and Nick would serve as a go-between. Her contact with him was nearly non-existent, and she had attended his funeral to support Nick and Jackie.
Brooke: Very well. What can I do for you?
William cleared his throat.
Danforth: I noticed that you were not present for the reading of my client's will. And I noticed that you didn't have your lawyer attend, either.
Brooke: Mr. Danforth, with all due respect to your late client, we did not have a good relationship. I let him see his grandsons and my youngest daughter, but we really didn't speak.
Danforth: Even so, my client mentioned you in his will.
Brooke: Indeed. Can you give me an idea of what to expect?
Danforth: He left you four million dollars. Oh, he also mentioned a DVD for you to use as you see fit. He mentioned a wrong he committed against you, and this is his way to atone for it.
Brooke coughed.
Brooke: Well.
Danforth: Can we meet?
Brooke: Yes. But I am very busy, so it will have to wait until Monday.
Danforth: Monday sounds good. Ten o'clock?
Brooke: Works for me. May I bring my lawyer, Connor Davis?
Danforth: If you like.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Mar 5, 2010 0:55:15 GMT -5
entry 526
Connie's Apartment, The Lobby Five-Thirty P.M.
Connie dug into her purse for her key. She was a small, thin woman of thirty with light brown hair, blue eyes, and lightly tanned skin. She was also one of the more reliable and honest of her co-workers at the office. After getting a B.A. in business with a concentration in accounting and a minor in Italian from UCLA, she had gotten a job as an accounting technician with the city. She knew she could get a job in the private sector, but she enjoyed her job and believed that, as a civil servant, she was working for the community.
She exhaled, as she was looking forward to the weekend. Her younger sister was living with her, and she had called her at work, saying she had a plan. Abby was smart, but sometimes she didn't always think things through. Plus she was the baby of the family and a bit impulsive.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Mar 15, 2010 22:05:06 GMT -5
entry 527
Connie's Apartment The Same Time
Abby sat on the couch, watching the news. It was more of the same ol' crap, what with how to protect oneself against identity theft, the economy being bad, and jobs being cut. Good God, couldn't these alarmist reporters report anything good? She didn't believe that the economy was as dire as they made it out to be. Her interest perked up at the fashion news. Apparently Forrester was doing okay, what with Felicia's new lines, but the reporters remarked that, with the departure of their former CEO, Ms. Logan, it wasn't the same. She picked at her nails, thinking it was about time for a manicure.
There was a noise at the door and her sister entered, a short woman wearing a grey three-piece suit and pale pink blouse. She smiled wanly.
Connie: Hello.
Abby: How was work?
Connie: Productive. Where do you want to go for dinner?
Abby: Little Saigon.
She smiled wolfishly.
Connie: Why are you so happy?
Abby: I have an in.
Connie: Excuse me?
She tossed her briefcase down and went into the kitchen.
Abby: Forrester Creations. They have to hire me.
Connie looked at her cautiously.
Connie: You're getting ahead of yourself, aren't you?
Abby: No. If their brat of a grandson knows what's good for him, he'll put in a good word.
Connie poured herself a cup of coffee.
Connie: What are you up to?
Abby: Well, it's like this.
Twenty Minutes Later
Connie sat on on the couch, opposite her sister, her face impassive.
Connie: Let me get this straight, the jerk raped you?
Abby: Yep. And since I didn't press charges, he owes me.
Connie exhaled.
Connie: Tread carefully, that sounds like blackmail.
Abby: Not until I tell him to put in a good word for me or else.
Connie: Don't risk it. This brat sounds like he has money. Plus he probably has high-priced lawyers. Blackmail is illegal.
Abby: I know that.
She checked her nails.
Abby: Don't you think I'm entitled to a pound of flesh from him?
Connie: So press charges. Besides, why would you want to work with your rapist?
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Post by sugarpie on Mar 17, 2010 15:43:43 GMT -5
;D Hugs Suge!!!
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Post by GIOVANNA on Mar 29, 2010 1:25:03 GMT -5
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Post by TINA (soapsecretary) on Apr 4, 2010 4:21:41 GMT -5
OMG, after all these months, I finally caught up! What a great read! Loved Ridge being pistol whipped! ThomASS is just that, a filthy rich spoiled ASS, and I love it that Ann sees right through him and isn't putting up with his shenanigans. Him being threatened with a fraternity paddle was priceless. Thrilled to death that Mass is trying to atone for the misery he inflicted on Brooke. Can't wait 'til she watches the DVD... I love Gio and Brooke and would enjoy more love scenes...Spontaneous moments would be great because they are both such passionate people and so passionate for eachother. Besides that, I just love romance!
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Post by MissJr on Apr 4, 2010 12:52:16 GMT -5
OMG, after all these months, I finally caught up! What a great read! Loved Ridge being pistol whipped! ThomASS is just that, a filthy rich spoiled ASS, and I love it that Ann sees right through him and isn't putting up with his shenanigans. Him being threatened with a fraternity paddle was priceless. Thrilled to death that Mass is trying to atone for the misery he inflicted on Brooke. Can't wait 'til she watches the DVD... I love Gio and Brooke and would enjoy more love scenes...Spontaneous moments would be great because they are both such passionate people and so passionate for eachother. Besides that, I just love romance! LOL! I cracked up at the "sight" of Heather going Ike Turner on Ridge and pistol-whipping him like a punk in the street! And, all he can do is snivel and whine and use abusive language. Even more delicious was having punk-ass Thomas' mouth washed out with soap and being locked away. What a clown! Actually whining because he "only" got $5 million and a free education. But, once again, it's all about Brooke supposedly besting his mother. I hate to break it to the young punk but Massimo's bequest to Taylor was just what it was--a gift. He wasn't obligated to leave her anything. But, as usual, certain people can't see that. I find it interesting that there was little to no mention of Stephanie in the will. I wonder why? As for Connie's question to Abby, it's a hilarious one! Yes, who, indeed would want to work for her rapist? But, in soap land, some women are thrilled to marry their rapists!
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Post by GIOVANNA on May 29, 2010 2:38:20 GMT -5
entry 528
The Forrester Mansion The Next Morning, Nine A.M.
Ann sat at the kitchen table, nursing a cup if tea. She checked her nails, as she and Felicia were scheduled for lunch and a manicure. The phone rang and she picked it up.
Ann: Hello?
Voice: Hello, Grandmother?
Ann: Yes?
Voice: It's Ridge, I need you to come to the group home.
Ann: When?
Ridge: Right now, it's an emergency.
Ann: I don't understand.
Ridge: Dammit, I'm having a nervous breakdown.
Ann: Well, doesn't the group home have an attendant?
Ridge: This is private, if I complain, that woman won't understand.
Ann: Don't you think you should talk to her?
There was growling.
Ridge: Look, I'm already pissed about you calling the cops. If you want to make up for that, well, this is your chance.
He hung up. Ann gasped. What a spoiled brat he was. Make up for doing the right thing, indeed. And how DARE he use foul language with her. She narrowed her eyes and had a mean thought of calling Nick and having him deal with this latest crisis. As if it were a crisis, Ridge probably broke a nail. She sighed and decided to granny up, and if he was crying wolf, well, she'd bend him over her knee and give him an ass-whipping that would put her late husband's to shame.
The Group Home Forty Minutes Later
Doris sat in the kitchen, nursing a cup of coffee. Breakfast had been uneventful, but Ridge had locked himself in his room and when Earl, the man who lived across the hall, tried to get him to come out, he had cursed with a vengeance that stunned him. Earl was no babe in the woods, he had just served five years for armed robbery.
An elderly woman entered. She cleared her throat.
Woman: Hello.
Doris: May I help you?
Woman: I am Ann Douglas, Ridge's grandmother.
Doris checked her out. She was a small woman with wide brown eyes and grey hair.
Doris: Hello, I'm Doris.
Ann smiled politely.
Ann: What seems to be the problem?
Doris exhaled.
Doris: Ridge missed breakfast and locked himself in his room. He won't come out.
Ann: I don't understand. Is he sick?
Doris: Not that I know of. He's a pretty healthy man.
Ann shook her head. So he was crying wolf, she thought. Dammit.
Ann: Well, I'll go see him. Where-
Doris: Upstairs on the left.
Upstairs Two Minutes Later
Ann stood outside the door and knocked. Less than a minute later, Ridge answered the door and flung it open, then narrowed his eyes.
Ridge: About time you got here. Traffic can't be that bad.
Ann coughed.
Ann: May I come in?
He shrugged and moved aside. She entered and sat on the nearest chair, and he threw a magazine at her. She gingerly picked it up and read the headline:
Look out, Ridge! Forrester Creations has a new heartthrob, and he's muscling in on your turf!
For those who were wondering who will be the latest hunk of Forrester Creations now that Ridge Forrester is past his prime and working for Spectra, well, there is a hot young man ready to take over. The dashing and devilish Deacon Sharpe-
Ridge snatched it from her in a fury.
Ridge: Can you believe this s*it?
She stared at him.
Ann: THIS is your emergency? You summoned me down here to whine about a tabloid? Heavens, Ridge. This is the type of fluff people read when they are either in line at the grocery store or going to the bathroom. This story will be old news by Monday.
Ridge: You don't get it, do you? As of this piece of trash could compete with me. He isn't better looking than me.
Ann: No, it's "He isn't better looking than I."
Ridge: I don't believe this. I need reassurance and I get a damn grammar lesson.
Ann: You need reassurance.
Ridge: Yeah. My mother would tell me not to worry, that no way in hell is this cockroach any competition for me.
Ann: "This cockroach," as you call him, is going to be your brother-in-law, and his son is going to be your nephew. I suggest you get used to the idea and make an effort to be civil to and about him.
Ridge: Balls. The idea of MY company being associated with this scum makes me ill. He will drag it through the mud.
Ann: Be quiet.
Ridge: I will not.
He stared at her.
Ridge: You knew.
Ann: That Deacon and Felicia were dating, yes.
Ridge: Well, nice of you to tell me.
Ann: I gave Felicia my word. It was her news to tell.
Ridge: I do not want this scum in my family.
Ann: You're not marrying him, Ridge.
Ridge: And neither is Felicia.
Ann: This isn't about Felicia.
Ridge: Of course it is.
Ann: Please, don't lie to me. It's about your ego and how you can't handle competition.
Ridge: There is no competition for me.
She willed herself not to laugh.
Ann: You know, Ridge, you're fifty-five.
Ridge: So?
Ann: You're fifty-five and no amount of black shoe polish, clunky, ugly, gold chains, long hair, and impregnating women who are young enough to be potential dates for Thomas will change that fact. You need to act your age.
Ridge: I do act my age.
Ann: Please. You know, when your grandfather died-
He yawned loudly. She stood up and glared at him.
Ann: I was fifty-six. And trust me, when I saw a man my age with BLACK hair and wearing something that was fashionable twenty years ago, I cringed.
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Post by TINA (soapsecretary) on May 29, 2010 7:58:32 GMT -5
He never learns--55 and could win 1st prize as the biggest cry baby! Loved this installment! It was so funny, but I have to admit I was waiting for Ann to pop him in the back of his thick skull!
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jun 5, 2010 1:54:25 GMT -5
He never learns--55 and could win 1st prize as the biggest cry baby! Loved this installment! It was so funny, but I have to admit I was waiting for Ann to pop him in the back of his thick skull! Thanks for your comments, Tina! I enjoy writing for Ann, as she doesn't take crap from anyone.
And yes, Widge is indeed a crybaby. He doesn't give a damn about Felicia, he isn't the center of attention anymore, and it burns his ass.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jul 26, 2010 14:46:55 GMT -5
entry 529
Spectra Fashions, The Showroom Noon
Elle sauntered down the runway, stopped, and stared down and imaginary audience, then did a turn to show off the Spectra original she was modeling. It was a green silk dress that fit her like a glove, and when she removed the black silk blazer and tossed it over her shoulder, the three men who were watching her, took her in. Adam nodded and gave her the thumbs up, whereas Clarke smiled wolfishly. Ridge made a note to use this model on the next showing. She was a tall brunette with green eyes and creamy skin who bore a striking resemblance to his former wife, Taylor.
Adam: Well done, Elle.
Elle: You think?
Adam: I do.
He turned to Ridge.
Adam: Well, Ridge?
Ridge: I agree with Adam.
He coughed.
Ridge: This style is more conservative than I am used to.
Adam raised an eyebrow.
Adam: Well, considering the economy, people aren't spending like they used to.
Ridge: I know that. I was just thinking out loud.
He smiled faintly.
Ridge: The eighties, now that was my type of era. People had money and they couldn't spend it enough.
Adam: You came up with a good idea, this work wear is a winner.
Ridge coughed. He thought of his conversation with his grandmother. She may have been rude earlier, but she was right. He was getting older. Plus he was enjoying working for Adam, as he didn't kiss ass and pushed him to work harder. When he, Adam, and Sally had dinner recently, Sally had discussed how she had struggled to get her company off the ground, and it had sobered him up. When he started designing for Forrester, the place was up and running and struggling was not a word he would use. Then he thought about Jasmine, who was having his child.
His child, Adam and Sally's grandchild, their first. He chewed on his thumbnail and realized that he should make a decision. He respected Adam, who was the first real male friend he had had in his life.
Adam gave him something that he could not put a price tag on, the least he could do was make sure his grandchild had a name.
A noise from the door interrupted his train of thought. He looked up to see his mother swoop in. She pulled herself up, as if she were in unsavory surroundings. Ridge shook his head.
Predictable, he thought.
Adam turned.
Adam: Hello, Stephanie.
She stared down her nose at him.
Stephanie: I would like to speak to my son.
Clarke coughed.
Ridge: Now, Mother? We have a showing coming up.
Stephanie: Yes, now. This is important.
Adam stood.
Adam: Very well. Clarke, I need to see you in fitting.
They exited. Stephanie exhaled and sat down. Ridge narrowed his eyes.
Ridge: Well?
Stephanie: Well, what?
Ridge: If you need to talk to me, you might want to call first. You know how time-consuming planning a good showing is. Your showing up and interrupting a business meeting makes me look like an idiot.
Stephanie: Nonsense. There is nothing wrong with a mother checking up on her son.
Ridge: You're making me look like a mama's boy.
Stephanie: I'm not going to apologize for looking out for you.
Ridge: I'm fine.
Stephanie: If you say so. I'm not going to argue with you. We need to provide a united front.
Ridge: For what?
Stephanie: Our upcoming lawsuit.
Ridge: What upcoming lawsuit?
Stephanie: We are going to sue Brooke for sexual harassment.
Ridge coughed.
Ridge: What?
Stephanie: That tramp sexually harassed you.
Ridge: Nonsense. My job was never in any danger. And I had no problem with Brooke's "Management style," such that it was. It hardly affected my work. In fact, it fueled it. So until I have a problem with Brooke's conduct and said conduct affected my work, she did not sexually harass me. In case you don't know, behavior becomes harassment when it creates a hostile work environment.
Stephanie: She threw herself at you like a bitch in heat. And she had a bed in her office.
Ridge stood up.
Ridge: I said no. Brooke did not sexually harass me. So "We" aren't going to do anything. You want to bug her, fine, but when she or one of her family members calls the cops on you for violating the restraining order, do NOT whine to me about facing prison time.
Stephanie: Oh, are we a lawyer now?
Ridge: Speaking of lawyers, did you attack Heather, my lawyer?
Stephanie scoffed.
Stephanie: Is that what she told you? Did she come whining to you, playing the victim?
Ridge: Hardly. She kept me out of prison.
Stephanie: Of course she did. Which she will remind you of, in order to snag you.
Ridge: Don't make me laugh. She's done a fine job with my legal problems. And she doesn't need you barging in her office, creating a scene. You need to stop interfering in my life.
Stephanie: Fire the bitch.
Ridge: The hell I will. She stays as my lawyer.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jul 26, 2010 15:17:55 GMT -5
entry 530
William's Office The Same Time
William poured his fifth coffee of the day. He shook his head, thinking that he probably needed to cut down, but he had a busy week ahead of him. He needed to contact Taylor Hayes and Jasmine Vale about their inheriting money. He exhaled as he compared the women in Ridge's life.
Brooke, the blond woman with the ingenue-like quality and high-pitched voice. A former caterer's daughter who made good.
Taylor, a polished trophy wife with a medical degree.
Jasmine, the gorgeous model and redhead.
Then he thought of the DVD his client made.
Flashback, Mass's Study
William: What, exactly, did you do that merits four million dollars?
Mass exhaled.
Mass: You have to understand, I could deny Ridge nothing.
William: Ok.
Mass: I was always trying to get Ridge to love me more than Eric. I never had that problem with Dominic.
His face darkened.
Mass: It was always Eric for Ridge.
William: Mass?
Mass: Yes?
William: Let me play devil's advocate, but Ridge viewed Eric as his father for years. Emotional ties are not easy to break.
Mass: He only came to me when he wanted something. I don't ask for much, just loyalty. Ridge's loyalty changed on a whim.
He sipped his brandy.
Mass: When he spit in my face as well as his brother's, it made me realize that he could never be loyal to me the way I wanted.
William: Spit in your face, how?
Mass: He paid a doctor off to say that RJ, my grandson, my son Dominic's first-born, was his. And he did it to gain control of the company for Eric. He was willing to betray both of us for Eric. He used one of my grandchildren to curry favor to Eric.
William: Ok. So what did you do to Brooke? Was it bribing her father?
Mass: No, it's much worse.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Aug 5, 2010 22:54:03 GMT -5
entry 531
Flashback, William's Office
William adjusted the camera and turned to his client. Mass was wearing his black wool suit, tailor-made for him by his trusty tailor, Lorenzo. He was obviously uncomfortable. William's paralegal, Jeremy, sat in the corner, ready to record the minutes.
William: Well, Mass. Are you ready?
Mass: I am.
He exhaled.
Mass: I cannot believe I am admitting that Ridge raped Brooke.
William: Still want to go through with this?
Mass: You have grandchildren, do you not?
William: Yes, seven.
Mass: If something like this happened to their mother, what would you do?
William: I would want the man who did it punished.
Mass: I'm turning my back on my son.
William: If one of my sons violated his brother's wife, I would do the same.
Mass: Very well. His mother will never forgive me.
His mother is a bitch from hell, William thought. If she had raised him to be a real man who could handle rejection, this ugly crime would not have happened.
William: His mother lied to you for over thirty years. When she found out that Ridge was your son, she bent over backwards to keep her secret under wraps. Brooke, in spite of your bad blood, allowed you access to your grandsons, in her own way. I don't see how there is any contest.
Mass: Very well. Let's do it.
William: Jeremy?
Jeremy: Ready whenever you two are.
William turned on the camera.
William: This is William Danforth, attorney for Massimo Dominic Marone, and the date is March 12, 2009. I am here to question Mr. Marone about the events on April 25, 2006. Mr. Marone, are you of sound mind and body?
Mass: Yes.
William: What happened on the evening of April 25, 2006?
Massimo cleared his throat.
Mass: My oldest son, Ridge Forrester, raped his former wife, Brooke Logan.
William: I see. And you know this how?
Mass: He informed me of it the next day.
William: What led up to this evening?
Mass: Brooke was engaged to my son, Dominic Marone. They were planning a future together. Ridge had dumped Brooke in the cruelest way possible. He remarried his former wife Taylor and brought her to the home he shared with Brooke without a phone call. Ridge had decided to divorce Taylor at least six months after he remarried her. By this time, Brooke had moved on, with Dominic.
He cleared his throat.
Mass: Ridge approached Brooke. She turned him down. She turned him down for at least a month. Ridge complained to me that he wanted Brooke back. Miss Logan made it very clear to me that she wanted to be with Dominic. Ridge also went into Dominic's office, made animal-like noises, and threw pictures of Dominic and Brooke across the room.
His face darkened.
Mass: Ridge complained that he "Did everything" to get Brooke back. He admitted to carrying her son around, and whining that he missed him. I decided to help him, so I set Jackie, my wife and Nick's mother, up for tax fraud. I knew when she was arrested, Nick would be distracted. I told Ridge to "Seal the deal" while Nick was distracted.
He sipped the water in front of him.
Mass: The next day, he said that he and Brooke were back together. He claimed that she was dopey, not her usual enthusiastic self. He griped that she "Sure as hell made him beg." He stated that she pushed him away and told him to leave. He admitted to waiting downstairs for ten minutes after she went upstairs. He said that she told him not to come upstairs, which he said wasn't like her. He then stated that he took a shower and crawled into bed with her. She opened her eyes and asked him, "What are you doing," only to shut them and not move. He then said he proceeded to make love to her, even though she was asleep. He made no mention of the word love, instead it was, "Nick will never look at her the same way again."
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Post by lalogan on Aug 6, 2010 16:26:51 GMT -5
My Lord...is Widge actually becoming a human being, with a (gasp!) conscience?! He's actually working hard, forming a friendship with Adam -- indeed, it is the only friendship he's ever had with a man, because all his life he's been a spoiled, oversexed jackass who thought any man who disliked/hated him was simply JEALOUS, it COULDN'T have been because of his own behavior.
And he stands up to Mumsy, refusing to go along with her latest Brooke-bashing scheme, and defending Heather, who indeed kept his butt out of jail. WOW.
Great job, Gio!
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Post by GIOVANNA on Aug 7, 2010 14:09:16 GMT -5
entry 532
Spectra Fashions Noon
Stephanie: Don't defy me, Ridge.
Ridge: I'm not defying you. Heather stays as my lawyer.
Stephanie: Well, I'll talk to her about suing Brooke.
Ridge: Stay away from my lawyer.
Stephanie: I can't believe you. Aren't you angry at her for destroying your life?
Ridge: My life is fine.
Stephanie: Don't you want her to pay?
Ridge: For what?
Stephanie: Humiliating you and getting you fired.
Ridge: Oh, like how we were planning to screw her out of the company?
Stephanie: She has no place there.
Ridge: Funny how she has no place there, but the revenue she raised did.
Stephanie scowled.
Ridge: Besides, she's no longer working there. She dumped me and walked away from the company, which is what you claim to have wanted for years.
Stephanie: She's going to pay for-
Ridge: Be quiet. You and I double-crossed her and got caught. We gambled and lost. It sucks, but considering all the nonsense she has let us slide with, I guess we got off easy.
Stephanie: You're still in love with her.
Ridge: Balls. I am not. I feel nothing for her these days.
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