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Post by GIOVANNA on Aug 11, 2010 1:49:26 GMT -5
entry 533
Heather's Office Noon
Heather sat at her desk, dressed casually in grey sweats. She had a new client and decided to study the background. Since it was Saturday, she figured she could get more done, since the office was empty. The phone rang and she picked it up.
Heather: Hello?
Voice: Hello, may I speak to Ms. Page?
Heather: This is she.
Voice: This is Ann Douglas. You don't know me, but you represent my grandson, Ridge Forrester.
Crap, Heather thought. Like I really need this.
Heather: Yes, I do. I am busy.
There was coughing.
Ann: I realize you are, Dear. But I need to meet with you.
Heather: Very well. But you do realize that any conversations I have with your grandson are confidential.
Ann: I realize that. Actually, this is about my great-grandson, Thomas.
That little gutter-mouth, Heather thought.
Heather: What about him?
Ann: It's about his inheritance. Can you discuss it?
Heather sighed, a long, drawn-out sigh. She contemplated telling the woman that she couldn't, but she was not comfortable with lying. Besides, it probably wasn't Mrs. Douglas's fault that her daughter, grandson, and great grandson were a bunch of classless, potty-mouthed, moneyed thugs.
Heather: Yes. The will was read, so it's a matter of public record. Can you meet next week?
Ann: Actually, I'm in your building. Have you eaten lunch?
Heather bit her lower lip. She was meeting her new client later that week, but lunch sounded tempting.
Heather: No, I haven't.
Ann: I'm feeling generous, so I figured I'd buy. Where would you-
Heather: There is this place called Bubba's and it does barbecue.
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Post by TINA (soapsecretary) on Aug 18, 2010 18:33:59 GMT -5
Interesting...can't wait to see what happens at lunch.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Aug 21, 2010 2:16:51 GMT -5
entry 534
The Coffee Shop In Heather's Building Noon
Ann sat at a table, nursing a cup of tea. She exhaled as she picked up one of the pictures that had come in the mail.
A young woman, barely out of her teens, with a black eye and three broken ribs.
"Evidence of penetration, loss of blood, defensive wounds, and a ruptured hymen."
And her great grandson was responsible.
Thomas Hayes Forrester, heir to the Forrester as well as Marone estate.
Gutter-mouth Rabid dog Rapist Monster
She shuddered. Her first thought was to go to Ridge with this, but he wouldn't do a damn thing. And she crossed her daughter off the list, as she would tune her out.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Aug 21, 2010 2:47:31 GMT -5
entry 535
The Coffee Shop The Same Time
Heather entered and looked around. The place was empty except for a small, elderly woman at a table. She walked up to her.
Heather: Mrs. Douglas?
Ann looked up and Heather took her in. This small woman with the large brown eyes and soft features was a far cry from the loud, course blond woman who had barged into her office.
Ann: Yes, that would be me.
She gestured, eying the woman over. Her eyes widened, as this beautiful girl was not what she was expecting. Heather smiled tightly.
Heather: Heather Page.
Ann took her hand and shook it.
Ann: Nice to meet you.
Bubba's Two Minutes Later, A Booth
Ann cleared her throat.
Ann: I have some questions about my great-grandson's inheritance.
Heather put a napkin in her lap.
Heather: Shoot.
Ann: He claims he was disinherited.
Heather raised an eyebrow.
Heather: He did.
Ann: He also claims Brooke "Got it all."
Heather: Brooke, his former stepmother?
Ann: Yes.
Heather: Thomas was hardly disinherited. He received five million dollars as well as his education being paid for. He got the exact same amount as his sisters and his two cousins. Mr. Marone was extremely fair.
A waiter came up to their table. Heather smiled.
Heather: I'll have my usual, Mark.
Mark: Very well. And you, Ma'am?
Ann: I guess I'll have chicken soup.
He walked off.
Heather: As for Brooke, she received four million.
She looked at the older woman.
Heather: Mr. Marone's lawyer mentioned it as a "Restitution for a wrong."
Ann: Heavens.
Heather: In other words, blood money. Any idea what he was talking about?
Ann: Massimo was always a bit-twisted. It could be anything. And he is old fashioned.
Heather: So?
Ann: From what I know about Brooke, she tends to follow her heart, and she may have stepped on some toes while doing so. She is hard to put a label on, and Massimo tended to have a Madonna-whore complex. I don't think either label would fit her.
Heather: Interesting.
Ann: How much did Thomas inherit?
Heather: Five million when he turns twenty-one.
Ann: Five million would buy a lot of weapons.
Heather: Maybe in Texas, but gun laws here are pretty strict.
Ann laughed dryly.
Ann: True. But any law can be circumvented for the right amount of money.
Heather: You sound like a cynic.
Ann wondered if she was being prudent by talking to this woman, but decided to trust her.
Ann: I'm concerned about my great-grandson.
Heather: Why?
Ann: Have you met Thomas?
Heather: I have. He's quite a-
Ann: Brat, I know.
Heather's eyes widened.
Heather: He is young.
Ann: That's the least of it. He's like a little Tasmanian devil and the thought of him with that amount of money frightens me.
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Post by TINA (soapsecretary) on Aug 21, 2010 5:47:39 GMT -5
Ahhhh, my fan fic fix... ...thanks Gio!
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Post by lalogan on Aug 21, 2010 14:37:58 GMT -5
I second that!
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Post by GIOVANNA on Aug 25, 2010 2:15:32 GMT -5
entry 536
Bubba's The Same Time
Heather's eyes widened.
Heather: Is there something I don't know?
Ann: About Thomas, yes.
She pulled out an envelope.
Ann: He-attacked a young girl.
Heather: Attacked her, how?
Ann looked away, then pulled out a stack of pictures and handed them to Heather. The younger woman frowned and looked at the first one, her eyes widening.
Heather: Damn.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 27, 2010 2:50:20 GMT -5
entry 537
Bubba's The Same Time
Heather coughed. She knew Thomas was a crude little bastard, but these pictures shocked her. She scanned the report.
Evidence of penetration.
Four broken ribs.
A black eye.
She put the pictures down, then coughed.
Heather: Did the girl press charges?
Ann: No. The dean informed me that he suspended Thomas with the condition that he get counseling. As far as I know, he hasn't.
Heather: Does anyone else know?
Ann: I called Taylor, but she keeps putting me off. His grandfather, Eric, has yet to return my calls. I just get the party line of, "Thomas is young."
Heather: Interesting.
Ann: The adults in Thomas's life don't seem to give a damn. There's something else.
Heather: What?
Ann: Thomas hired a prostitute.
Heather: That's weird.
Ann: It gets better. The girl was a dead ringer for Brooke, his former stepmother.
Heather: Crap.
Ann: He wanted to, and I quote, "Beat the hell out of her. If I can't beat Brooke, this chick will have to do."
Heather: He actually said that to you?
Ann: Yes, and he said it without blinking. I slapped him.
Heather: I am stunned that he would actually say that to a great grandparent.
Ann: Brooke isn't the problem.
Heather: I see.
Ann: I have a nasty feeling that, if I discuss this with Taylor, she will start complaining about transference or some such nonsense, as if having fantasies about hurting someone is normal. No matter what kind of rivalry she and Brooke may have had, it is either her or Ridge's responsibility to get Thomas counseling for his anger issues.
Heather laughed dryly.
Heather: Trust me, beating someone up as part of a sexual fantasy is pretty twisted.
Ann: My great grandson needs help.
Heather: How old is Thomas?
Ann: He'll be twenty-one in less than a month.
Heather: Legally, you can't do anything. It's on his parents.
Ann scowled. She was starting to feel all of her years and then some.
Heather: However, I think the case can be made that Thomas is not fit to inherit.
Ann: You mean blocking the inheritance.
Heather: Not permanently, just until he gets help. Tell you what, Mass's lawyer seems like a pretty sharp guy. And from his reaction to Thomas, I think he may be willing to listen to you.
Ann coughed.
Ann: What did the little beast do?
Heather: Oh, just pitched a fit over his inheritance. He even insulted Brooke, then he insulted his aunt.
Ann: He insulted my precious granddaughter, Felicia?
Heather: No, Ridge's other sister, Amber. And he used the F-word quite a few times. Mass's lawyer had a fit and dragged him out of the room.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Aug 30, 2011 2:05:04 GMT -5
entry 538
William's Office Thirty Minutes Later
William sat in his plush leather chair and nursed a cup of coffee as he thought about his conversation with his oldest son, William, Junior.
Flashback
William drummed his fingers on his desk as he held the phone to his ear. As a father of three boys and a girl, he was disgusted with his late client's grandson. Rude, spoiled, and crass, with a mouth that would make a sailor blush.
Maybe I'm overreacting, he thought.
A voice interrupted his thoughts.
Voice: Hello?
William cleared his throat.
Danforth: Hello, Will? It's your father.
Will: Hello, Dad. I'm sorry I haven't gotten back with you.
Danforth: No problem. How are my grandsons?
Will: They're doing well. The twins get their results from the LSATs next week.
William smiled. He didn't see his grandsons as often as he liked and he enjoyed the fact that they respected him so much that they wanted to follow in his footsteps.
Will: But somehow I don't think that is the reason you called.
Danforth: Well, I need some advice.
Will: Interesting.
Danforth: I am a bit old-fashioned, and I have a client whose grandson has problems.
Later
Will: Interesting.
Danforth: I know this boy's father is a bit of a ladies man, so-
Will: You mean he cursed and talked dirty about his former stepmother?
Danforth: He used the f-word quite a few times. He made crude sexual comments about her and his late grandfather. Then he referred to another young lady as a "Trashy gritter."
Will: My word.
Danforth: I need to know if this kind of comment is normal.
Will: No, it's not. He sounds like he needs counseling. And it is in very bad taste to make such comments in front of a roomful of adults. How old is this person?
Danforth: Twenty-one.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Feb 21, 2012 3:37:43 GMT -5
Spoilers....
=Ridge makes yet another bone-headed move. =Ann and Heather block Thomas
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