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Post by simmiem2 on Aug 6, 2009 9:00:53 GMT -5
Hahahahaha!!! The day i see Brooke cower under Stephanie will be the day I stop watching or reading all soap operas! Man that Ridge really is a bonehead!
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Post by GIOVANNA on Aug 6, 2009 12:04:30 GMT -5
"Brooke’s beautiful face crumpled and her hazel eyes filled with tears. She dramatically fell across the conference room table and screamed in anguish. “How could you all do this to me?!”
Moved with compassion for his ex-wife, Ridge immediately went to her aid. He glowered at Thorne, who simply sat there and watched. Ever Brooke’s white knight, Ridge pulled Brooke out of her seat and gently cradled her in his arms while she sobbed brokenheartedly against his shoulder. Ridge stroked her hair and whispered words of comfort in her ear.
"Get your hands off of her!" A jealous Thorne demanded as he moved threateningly toward Ridge and Brooke.
An angry Brooke looked up from Ridge’s shoulder and snapped, "Thank you, Thorne, but I don't need your help," Brooke snapped, her face practically swollen from crying.
“I’m not a whore!” Brooke screamed with tears streaming down her face.
Stephanie, never one to let someone else have the last word, shouted. "I bet YOU will get there before WE will, tramp! Stephanie shrieked in outrage at Brooke’s little speech. “It’s always ALL about Ridge, isn’t it? Well, he’s married to Taylor and he doesn’t want you! She has class, dignity, morals—something you will NEVER have! And you know why? Because you’re trash from the valley! Now GET OUT!”
Brooke trembled and cowered with each word, inching closer and closer to the door. Taking one last look at the Forresters, she quickly opened the door and ran sobbing into the hallway." Huh? Am I on drugs or is Ridge? When I read the scene of that argument, I NEVER read the bolded parts. Is he making that up?
I just love his spin on things! He is "Ever Brooke's white knight," "Moved with compassion," and "Thorne is jealous."
Boy, do I HATE Ridge! He just has no clue, does he? Of ALL the people on this show, no one has betrayed Brooke more than he has. Yet here he is, spouting fiction about how he is this great guy, just too nice for his own good. I hope BOTH Blair and her partner see through this crap. Isn't there a tape of this meeting?
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Post by MissJr on Aug 6, 2009 12:24:54 GMT -5
Hahahahaha!!! The day i see Brooke cower under Stephanie will be the day I stop watching or reading all soap operas! Man that Ridge really is a bonehead! Ridge has definitely missed his calling as a playwright, hasn't he? What a marvelous work of fiction! And, of course, he comes out looking like the hero of the piece! What makes his work of fiction even more hilarious is that it's been recorded. I can only imagine what Brooke's reaction would be if she ever got wind of it.
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Post by MissJr on Aug 6, 2009 12:29:44 GMT -5
"Brooke’s beautiful face crumpled and her hazel eyes filled with tears. She dramatically fell across the conference room table and screamed in anguish. “How could you all do this to me?!”
Moved with compassion for his ex-wife, Ridge immediately went to her aid. He glowered at Thorne, who simply sat there and watched. Ever Brooke’s white knight, Ridge pulled Brooke out of her seat and gently cradled her in his arms while she sobbed brokenheartedly against his shoulder. Ridge stroked her hair and whispered words of comfort in her ear.
"Get your hands off of her!" A jealous Thorne demanded as he moved threateningly toward Ridge and Brooke.
An angry Brooke looked up from Ridge’s shoulder and snapped, "Thank you, Thorne, but I don't need your help," Brooke snapped, her face practically swollen from crying.
“I’m not a whore!” Brooke screamed with tears streaming down her face.
Stephanie, never one to let someone else have the last word, shouted. "I bet YOU will get there before WE will, tramp! Stephanie shrieked in outrage at Brooke’s little speech. “It’s always ALL about Ridge, isn’t it? Well, he’s married to Taylor and he doesn’t want you! She has class, dignity, morals—something you will NEVER have! And you know why? Because you’re trash from the valley! Now GET OUT!”
Brooke trembled and cowered with each word, inching closer and closer to the door. Taking one last look at the Forresters, she quickly opened the door and ran sobbing into the hallway." Huh? Am I on drugs or is Ridge? When I read the scene of that argument, I NEVER read the bolded parts. Is he making that up?
I just love his spin on things! He is "Ever Brooke's white knight," "Moved with compassion," and "Thorne is jealous."
Boy, do I HATE Ridge! He just has no clue, does he? Of ALL the people on this show, no one has betrayed Brooke more than he has. Yet here he is, spouting fiction about how he is this great guy, just too nice for his own good. I hope BOTH Blair and her partner see through this crap. Isn't there a tape of this meeting? Gio, I'm not sure that Ridge can help himself. He's so self-absorbed that even when he's supposed to be "helping" Brooke, he can't help boosting himself up as some hero protecting the fair princess from a room full of villians. And, of course, Thorne is jealous of him! It's very telling that his mother was screaming about Brooke not doing anything unless it was ALL ABOUT RIDGE! Seems Ridge is doing quite a bit of projecting in his storytelling. Given that Brooke has been quite hostile toward the Triflin' Trio since returning from Venice, the idea of her sobbing on Ridge's shoulder is downright hilarious! And, you are right. The board meeting was, indeed, recorded and is in the process of being transcribed by Megan. The police have already asked for a copy of the tape, and Brooke wants a copy herself for her lawyer. Detectives Blair and Moretti have now received three different versions of what happened at that meeting. Thorne's version, and now Ridge's, have also been recorded. The question, of course, is whose version is closer to the truth.
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Post by Horsey on Aug 6, 2009 16:24:57 GMT -5
“Right,” Ridge said dryly before launching into his own narrative: FLASHBACK:After the minutes of the previous meeting were read and approved, Eric announced the purpose of the emergency board meeting, which had been called with little notice to either Brooke or Thorne.
"Brooke, as you know, you have a tendency to make rash decisions when you feel threatened or when you're upset. We appreciate your service here. However, we would like to talk about the possibility of buying out your shares and redistributing them to the rest of the shareholders. We also have little confidence in your ability to run this company in a professional and constructive manner. We—"
Stephanie interrupted Eric, impatient to get on with it. "Oh, please! Let's just cut to the chase, Eric! The bottom line is this, Brooke! We want your ass OUT of here! Although the idea of paying you money to get rid of you is abominable to me, Eric and I think it's the best way."
Brooke's eyes had grown as wide as saucers as she looked around the table. “Ridge, did you know about this?” She asked, the pain evident in her voice.
Ridge looked distinctly uncomfortable. “Logan, I’m sorry that it’s come to this. Maybe a nice leave of absence would do—at least until you get your head together.”
Although Thorne looked stricken, he was tongue-tied and said little. However, Eric and Stephanie looked determined. It was a strategy they had discussed at length the evening before with a reluctant Ridge, who merely went along to keep the peace. Always an afterthought, Thorne was not even consulted. At all. When the vote was taken, Thorne, as was expected, chose not to make the vote a unanimous one. Ridge weakly sided with his parents and tried to convey with his eyes how truly sorry he was.
However, Brooke took the vote personally and lashed out in hurt and anger.
"Eric, you and Stephanie must be getting senile! Get the math right! I OWN 51% percent of this company! As for claiming to have no confidence in my ability to run it—what tripe! I am the one, who saved this company from financial ruin! I am the one, who has consistently made sure that we set trends in the industry! I am the one, who—"
Stephanie abruptly stood and leaned across the table in Brooke's face. "I! I! I!" Stephanie mocked. "It's ALWAYS all about you, isn't it? Well, while you're sitting there bragging about your nonexistent accomplishments, let me enlighten you as to what you HAVE done!"
Brooke cowered in her seat as Stephanie rehashed Brooke’s list of sins. "ALL you have done," Stephanie continued, "is to consistently embarrass this company! Your vulgar lingerie line! Your sluttish ways! The only thing you HAVE managed to accomplish is using your body to get the men of THIS family to kiss your ass! Well, it's over! You are out of here!"
Eric nodded his head in approval. "That's right! You tell her!" He murmured encouragingly to his wife.
Brooke’s beautiful face crumpled and her hazel eyes filled with tears. She dramatically fell across the conference room table and screamed in anguish. “How could you all do this to me?!”
Moved with compassion for his ex-wife, Ridge immediately went to her aid. He glowered at Thorne, who simply sat there and watched. Ever Brooke’s white knight, Ridge pulled Brooke out of her seat and gently cradled her in his arms while she sobbed brokenheartedly against his shoulder. Ridge stroked her hair and whispered words of comfort in her ear.
"Get your hands off of her!" A jealous Thorne demanded as he moved threateningly toward Ridge and Brooke.
An angry Brooke looked up from Ridge’s shoulder and snapped, "Thank you, Thorne, but I don't need your help," Brooke snapped, her face practically swollen from crying.
Stephanie, who watched all this with a steely gaze, remarked nastily, "Eric, do you really think that we should have such trash running this company?"
"No—I do NOT!" Eric responded. "That's why we took the course of action we did, Brooke. You are out of control!"
Ridge, came to Brooke's defense. "Okay, Mother—Dad! I think that's enough! Personally attacking Brooke isn't getting us anywhere!"
Stephanie balefully glared at her sons and then at Brooke. "My two sons . . . STILL defending this tramp!" Stephanie laughed. "Never mind that they have beautiful wives, who are decent women! You would never know it though! They STILL want to lay in the gutter and rut with this bitch!"
Pushed beyond endurance, Brooke took a few steps only to stumble. Ridge grabbed her quickly before she fell. However, one of the mules she wore came off her foot.
Stephanie laughed. "A whore's trick!" She observed. “You would do anything to hang all over Ridge, won’t you?”
“I’m not a whore!” Brooke screamed with tears streaming down her face.
An irate Eric advanced on Brooke. "Now see here—" he began.
"Shut up, Eric!" Brooke yelled. "You and that stank bitter old hag deserve each other!"
"Take your shoe, and get the hell out of here!" Eric roared.
"That's right!" Stephanie snapped. "You are DONE!"
Brooke put her shoe on and made her way to the door. However, she turned and looked at the four of them. "You all disgust me! For so long, I wanted your respect and acceptance. And, Ridge … how could you do this to me? You know that I’ve never loved a man the way I’ve loved you! Well, no more. You can all go rot in hell!"
Stephanie, never one to let someone else have the last word, shouted. "I bet YOU will get there before WE will, tramp! Stephanie shrieked in outrage at Brooke’s little speech. “It’s always ALL about Ridge, isn’t it? Well, he’s married to Taylor and he doesn’t want you! She has class, dignity, morals—something you will NEVER have! And you know why? Because you’re trash from the valley! Now GET OUT!”
Brooke trembled and cowered with each word, inching closer and closer to the door. Taking one last look at the Forresters, she quickly opened the door and ran sobbing into the hallway. _______________ tee hee...and no mention of the "death threat" by Brooke..hahahaha I do believe Ridge just had a relapse of hoof in mouth disease. He is so far up his own arse. While messing around with Phylis, trying to "be there" for Brooke, and keeping Taylor at bay, he's totally lost his grip on reality. I would like to say I feel sorry for Stella, but I don't. I'm glad BiBi called Trent. That's actually what a good friend would do. In building herself up, as the social climber she is, she hung herself at the same time!
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Post by sugarpie on Aug 7, 2009 9:37:07 GMT -5
Spot on Horsey! Ridge is a narcissistic buffoon! He makes my skin crawl.........Great installments as ever((Miss JR)).....I agree with LaLogan, reading the fan fics is 110% better then watching the mess Bradley calls a soap. ;D
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Post by MissJr on Aug 7, 2009 22:26:55 GMT -5
Ladies, your observations about Ridge's narcissism are right on the money! He's so busy trying to toot his own horn and prop himself up as a hero that he can't seem to recall whether any threats were actually made. If he isn't careful, he could wind up facing an obstruction of justice charge. What would the wife have to say about that?
Horsey, you're right about Stella. Her lies are starting to slowly unravel and it would have been way better if she had taken her lawyer's advice.
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Post by MissJr on Aug 7, 2009 22:32:22 GMT -5
“Kristen, is everything okay?” A worried Eric asked. “I just got off the phone with your other daughter,” Kristen replied shortly. “I swear, Dad, I love her, but sometimes…ooohhhhh!” Kristen growled in frustration. Eric chuckled. “I know what you mean. Did she at least tell you when she will finally get here?” “I honestly have no idea. She was full of apologies—and something else—and claimed she had been detained. I wasn’t trying to hear anymore of her excuses, and I hope she got the message loud and clear.” Kristen responded. Eric nodded. “It seems this whole family is falling apart at the seams,” he observed. “Speaking of which, what is going on with you and Taylor?” “It’s nothing,” Kristen responded cautiously. “Well that was a whole lot of noise about ‘ nothing,’ if you ask me.” Eric noted. “We just seem to have a difference of opinion, that’s all.” “Just a difference of opinion? I think there’s a lot more to it than that,” Eric said. “Well, let’s just say that whatever you, Ridge and Taylor planned for Brooke and Thorne in Venice, it’s backfired—big time. From what Thorne told me, he and Macy and Thorne are in a bad place. As for Ridge and Taylor, they may have gotten more than they bargained for and in all honesty, I can’t help wondering if things are out of control there.” Eric was surprised by Kristen’s comments. “Honey, don’t you think you’re being a bit unfair? Ridge and Taylor have been under considerable strain since the shooting, and you know that Stephanie is Taylor’s best friend.” “True,” Kristen acknowledged. “But, I can’t help but notice how easy it was for her to believe that Brooke could have done this, and that concerns me. It’s like she has totally discounted everything you’ve said to her simply because it goes against her theory.” Taylor turned the corner and saw Eric and Kristen conversing. Undoubtedly, she was the topic of discussion, she thought with some irritation. As she walked toward them, Dr. Rivera emerged from Stephanie’s room and began to speak softly with Eric and Kristen. Not wanting to miss anything, Taylor hurried toward them, managing to catch the tail end of Dr. Rivera’s comments. “… and as I’ve said to Mrs. Forrester,” Dr. Rivera continued before stopping abruptly when he realized that Taylor was now upon them. Ever the gentleman, Eric introduced the other man to Taylor. “Dr. Rivera, I’m not sure if you’ve met my daughter-in-law, Dr. Taylor Forrester.” Taylor extended her hand as Dr. Rivera greeted her warmly. “It is nice meeting you Dr. Forrester!” “Likewise,” Taylor coolly replied. “Let me say that it is truly an honor,” Dr. Rivera continued. “I have been an admirer of your work for a long time.” “Oh?” Taylor asked with a raised eyebrow, quite proud that her work was recognized by another mental health provider. “Thank you very much, Dr. Rivera. I’m really flattered. Admittedly, it’s been quite a while since I’ve done anything noteworthy. You see, I’ve taken some time off to devote to my family and I see very few patients now. But I still keep up with my CME seminars so that I can stay abreast of all the latest trends and practices.” “You are much too modest,” Dr. Rivera commented. “By the way, I was quite impressed with the work you and Dr. Pierce Peterson did on employing hypnosis for therapeutic purposes. Also, I had the pleasure of attending a seminar where you spoke on the subject.” Taylor smiled with pleasure. “Really?” she asked. “Well, Dr. Peterson and I found that aspect of our practice most rewarding. By the way, which of my seminars did you attend? Was it the one here in L.A.?” “I attended the one in Washington, D.C., at the Hyatt Regency on Capitol Hill.” Dr. Rivera replied innocently. _______________ Brooke and Storm strode purposely into the law offices of Barnett, Williams & Haig for their meeting with prominent criminal defense attorney, Ted Barnett. The first thing Brooke immediately noticed was that the reception area was full of activity as several well-dressed men milled about, and walked in and out of the large conference room. Amidst this hubbub, Storm softly explained to the receptionist that he and Brooke had an appointment with Ted. Storm and Brooke were directed to one of the upholstered couches while Ted was summoned. As Brooke sat down, she pretended not to notice when a couple of men openly ogled her. A couple of others murmured softly but cast looks in her direction. After a few short moments, Ted arrived with his paralegal, Brandon, in tow. “Brooke—Storm,” it’s wonderful seeing you again,” Ted greeted them with a smile. “And, you, too,” Brooke charmingly said as she stood and extended her hand. “I trust you got plenty of rest,” Ted said, taking in Brooke’s outfit. Not bad, he thought. “I did,” Brooke confirmed. “Will Storm be able to join us?” “He can,” Ted confirmed with a nod. “Just so long as he understands that my caveat on privilege still stands.” “I fully understand, Ted,” Storm said. “Very well; if you two would follow me,” Ted said. As the four of them left the reception area, Brooke noted, “I see you all are pretty busy today. Is it usually like this?” “It just so happens that our conference rooms are booked solid today, which is why we’ll be meeting in my office.” Ted explained. As they neared the large conference room, the door opened and Mary Cutler quietly walked into the hallway. As she hurriedly made her way toward the receptionist’s desk to inquire about a lady’s room key, she allowed the door to swing shut. However, the door did not close quickly enough, and Brooke saw something that caused her to do a quick double-take. Oh, my God! She thought. It can’t be! Her breath caught in her throat when she caught a quick glimpse of one of the handsomest men imaginable—tall, erect, and powerfully built with a pair of the most gorgeous blue eyes she had ever seen. His chestnut colored hair, with a touch of gray at the temples, was perfectly trimmed. The man was engaged in conversation with a couple of other men. Then he threw back his head and laughed—a hearty, masculine sound that was hauntingly familiar to Brooke. Before she could react, however, in the space of a few seconds, the conference room door closed. Brooke’s pulse raced erratically. She had to restrain the urge to break stride with Ted, Storm and Brandon and turn around and rush headlong into the conference room just to see for herself if, in fact, it was who she thought it was. What if it is him? She asked herself. But, why would he be here? Oh no—what if he’s a lawyer and works here? What would he think if he knew why she was here? Maybe he would be gone by the time she was finished and she wouldn’t have to face him. Oh, why—“By the way, Brooke, have you started on those homework assignments I gave you?” Ted asked Brooke, interrupting her racing thoughts. It took Brooke a moment to realize that Ted was speaking to her and expecting a response. “Yes … I have,” she slowly answered, hoping she did not look too flushed. Storm picked up on her discomfort immediately. “Brooke? Is everything okay?” He asked with concern. “Of course it is!” Brooke replied with a smile. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Aug 10, 2009 22:26:03 GMT -5
Detective Blair tried her best. She really did. Attempting to maintain her composure after Ridge’s narrative, she pressed her lips together to keep from bursting out laughing. She had even idly wondered if the sex Ridge had before she and Detective Moretti arrived had cut off the air supply to his brain. Before she realized it, a small snicker escaped her. She was sorry, but this was some of funniest sh*t she ever heard! Detective Moretti kept a stony visage and not for the first time wondered about Ridge and Brooke’s “special relationship”—the relationship that his brother so vehemently denied existed. However, if one were to truly believe Ridge’s version of events, not only was this relationship real, but it was still in full swing. Detective Moretti also noted that based on Ridge's description, this “special relationship” had Thorne on the outside looking in as opposed to being someone with whom Brooke once enjoyed a loving, passionate relationship. He also had to wonder how Ridge’s wife would react if she was privy to his recitation of the events of that Thursday morning. For his part, Ridge was just relieved that his story was finally out there. He was beyond caring how it came across—just so long as Brooke was cleared. He had no way of knowing that his narrative actually raised more questions than it answered. Nor could he fully appreciate that his statement was virtually useless because of his numerous inaccuracies and blatant falsehoods. He just knew that “all these people” had ganged up on Brooke and were now trying to railroad her into an arrest and murder conviction. That his wife was one of “those people” disappointed him greatly, but he would deal with that later. Breaking through Ridge’s reverie, Detective Moretti asked yet again, “And, you are certain that that’s the way it happened?” “That’s right. That is exactly the way it happened.” Ridge firmly replied. Detective Blair wrote on a pad and asked, “And, you are certain that you heard no threats from Ms. Logan? Nor did you hear your mother imply that Ms. Logan didn’t have the guts to shoot her?” “None of that happened,” Ridge claimed with a straight face. “Mmm hmm … and you can state with a 100% degree of certainty that before she left the conference room that Brooke Logan didn’t say, QUOTE—‘you’re not even worth the bullet, you bitch’—END QUOTE?” Detective Blair inquired. “Nope!” Ridge said, shaking his head in denial. “I didn’t hear any of that.” “Mr. Forrester,” Detective Blair began. “Forgive me for being blunt. But, do you really expect us to believe that in the heat of that intense argument that Ms. Logan actually took the time to declare that she had never, ever, ever, loved a man the way she loves you?” “I know it sounds strange,” Ridge claimed, “but—” “Strange? Try downright hysterical! You know, it’s mighty funny that you heard Ms. Logan’s declaration of undying devotion and love. Yet you failed to hear or observe any threats, utterances or other vital information that may assist us in solving this crime.” Detective Blair noted. Having the good sense to be embarrassed, Ridge quickly looked away. His face was flushed and his hands trembled slightly. As he struggled to regain his composure, Ridge weakly said, “Well, that’s what I heard—or at least I thought I did.” “You thought you did?” Detective Blair asked with a raised eyebrow. Rather than respond directly, Ridge dared to ask, “Um, are we done here?” Detectives Moretti and Blair exchanged looks. Then Detective Moretti coldly replied, “No, as a matter of fact, we’re not. We need to review exactly what happened at the hospital.” Ridge nervously gulped. “What—you mean just now?” Detective Moretti gave Ridge a wintry smile. “Why? Did something actually happen at the hospital just now? According to you, your mother is still alive—unless I heard wrong.” “No,” a worried Ridge replied. “I just thought—” “I mean that was your wife on the phone, was it not?” Detective Moretti asked. “Yes—uh, how did you know?” Ridge breathlessly asked. “I believe your nickname for your wife is ‘Doc,’ isn’t it?” Detective Moretti asked. How in the hell did they know that? An obviously surprised Ridge wondered. He began to fervently wish he had not acted so hastily by calling the Beverly Hills precinct and leaving that message. “Yeah—that’s my nickname for Taylor,” he softly admitted. Detective Moretti surprised Ridge further by stating, “As a matter of fact, Mr. Forrester, we actually wanted to revisit that conversation you overheard—that vast conspiracy—you claim your mother and wife were plotting.” _______________ “Wash—Washington, D.C.?” Taylor nervously asked. “Yes,” Dr. Rivera replied, now warming up to the subject. “As a matter of fact, I recall it quite vividly now. There was a young man in the audience who kept you pretty well engaged. He asked the most excellent questions, although some of the questions were off topic. There was one subject in particular—the finiteness of life and whether you believed a person could return from the dead and resume his old life. With the running colloquy between you two, it was almost as if you were the only two people in the room. Some of us even speculated that he may have known you personally.” The color completely drained from Taylor’s face and she became distinctly uncomfortable, something that Kristen immediately detected. “I, um, vaguely recall that conference,” Taylor said in a shaky voice. What in the world is wrong with her? Kristen wondered. She looks as if she’s going to pass out; obviously, Dr. Rivera struck a nerve. And, why would the mention of some man attending her seminar cause this kind of reaction? Kristen then decided to come to her sister-in-law’s rescue, figuratively throwing her a life preserver. “Taylor is a wonderful lecturer,” she commented without some understatement. “She’s also, as you said, quite modest when discussing her work. Dr. Rivera, if you don’t mind, perhaps you can clear up something for us regarding my mother’s state of mind,” Kristen smoothly suggested. “I’ll be happy to try,” Dr. Rivera said with a smile. Still obviously upset, Taylor merely looked at Kristen and silently mouthed, “Thank you.” _______________ “Brooke, I suppose you and Storm are hungry?” Ted politely asked as he, Brandon, Brooke and Storm got settled in his office. “I don’t know about Storm, but I’m starving actually,” Brooke admitted. “I haven’t eaten since early this morning.” “Me neither,” Storm said. “Well, I’ve had lunch catered today, and we can dine while we’re having our meeting,” Ted offered. “Thank you,” a grateful Brooke said. “However, before we get started, I have a little something for you,” she said as she reached into her purse. Brooke pulled out her checkbook, and immediately wrote Ted a check for $10,000.00, signing it with a flourish. “There,” she said, as she handed the check to Ted. “Thank you for taking care of this so quickly,” Ted said as he took the check from Brooke. “As I explained, we’ll place this in an escrow account and will only draw down on it when the fees are earned. You’ll receive monthly statements outlining the time expended on your behalf and how your retainer was applied, along with out-of-pocket fees incurred. Any third party vendors, such as investigators and court reporters, will not be hired without your approval, and you’ll be responsible for paying their fees directly. I’ve had my assistant prepare a retainer agreement, which I will give you while you’re here. How are you doing with that other matter that we discussed?” “Consider it already done,” Brooke crisply replied. “I’ve contacted my broker this morning, and he’s already started the process of liquidating some of my holdings. As soon as the funds are available, we’ll have them wired to you directly. If you could give me your firm’s account information and the name of your accounts payable person, we’ll contact that person directly to facilitate everything between my broker and your firm’s bank.” “Of course,” Ted nodded. “You’ll have that information before you leave. Why don’t you all go ahead and help yourselves to lunch and then we can strategize.” Within moments, Brooke, Storm, Ted and Brandon left their seats and walked over to the credenza, which contained a spread of oven roasted salmon with mustard and dill vinaigrette; filet mignon with scallion mashed potatoes; a salad of mesculin greens, diced apples, walnuts and bleu cheese; and a basket of breads and rolls. Their choice of beverages included bottled sparkling water, urns of coffee and tea and fruit juices. Once they served themselves, they were all seated comfortably around the smoked glass work table in the corner of Ted’s office. “So, Brooke—I guess I should start by asking if there has been any change in Mrs. Forrester’s condition.” “None that I know of,” Brooke replied as she took a sip of her Perrier. “I suppose this is good news.” “Most definitely,” Ted said. “The victim is still alive, and until further notice, Storm’s admonition still stands. Stay away from that hospital. You don’t call; you don’t visit—nothing. If your children want to visit, have someone else take them.” “I understand,” Brooke said. “By the way, you remember your asking why Stephanie may have been in the office at that time of night. Well, I think the mystery has been solved. Thorne informed me this morning that his sorry—that his wife got his mother so riled up about our encounter at the office that she decided to confront me.” “At that time of night?” Ted asked, as he dug into his mashed potatoes with gusto. “Mmm hmm. It’s always open season on me where Stephanie is concerned. I imagine that Macy seeing me with Thorne, and our fight at the office, pushed her over the edge.” “Well, it certainly puts things in context,” Ted commented. “I received a call from gentleman earlier this morning—Adam Alexander. It seems Mr. Alexander is looking for legal representation for his daughter, Macy Forrester. He gave me a very brief sketch of a police interrogation that occurred at her home yesterday and the fallout from it was quite ugly. Now, she has to make a statement to the police, and may be facing charges herself, including solicitation for murder.” “Why that dirty, no-good, rotten—” Brooke began to fume. “ She started this mess and now she’s looking for a lawyer to keep her butt out of jail!” “Now, now, Brooke!” Storm gently admonished her. “Macy does have a right to legal counsel just like you do.” Brooke shot him a look. Intellectually, she knew Storm was right, but it infuriated her just the same that Macy may have been the catalyst for the shooting and was now looking to evade her rightful punishment. “Yes, I get what you’re saying,” Brooke tightly responded. “But, I intend to also exercise my rights. I have a right to be free from harassment and I can’t think of anything more harassing than siccing someone on me. That’s why—Ted and Brandon—I’m swearing out a warrant for that woman’s arrest and seeking a restraining order.” Brooke resolutely said. Ted nodded in agreement. “Good for you. Just be sure that it’s done as quietly and with as little fuss as possible. The last thing we want is for you to draw attention to yourself and supply the prosecutor with concrete proof of a motive.” “Not to mention a potential jury pool,” Brandon added. “Excellent point,” Ted said. “From here on out, we have to make you look as sympathetic as possible, and ensure that people view you as the victim.” “Well, how do we accomplish that?” Brooke wondered, popping an apple slice into her mouth. “We have a severely wounded middle-aged woman in the hospital and I’m young, healthy and still walking around. Not to mention my less-than-pristine reputation. Some might even say that Macy was within her rights to do what she could to keep me away from Thorne. There’s nothing in that description that screams, victim.” “True,” Ted acknowledged with a smile. “You just leave that to me. We’ve already decided to throw our firm’s resources behind you in mounting the best defense possible. However, we need to ensure that we aren’t working at cross-purposes. And, you’re taking the best first step you can take—ensuring that the woman who solicited your murder is held accountable for her crime. From this day forward, there will be no more allowing people to assault, defame, or harass you, and allowing them to get away with it.” _______________ WASHINGTON, D.C. Oh, my love, my darling, I've hungered for your touch a long, lonely time, Time goes by so slowly and time can do so much. Are you still mine? I need your love, I need your love, God speed your love to me. Lonely rivers flow to the sea, to the sea To the open arms of the sea Lonely rivers sigh, 'Wait for me, wait for me' 'I'll be coming home, wait for me!' Are you still mine? I need your love, I need your love, God speed your love to me* Unbidden, tears spilled from the man’s soulful eyes. Perhaps it was a mistake, he thought. He knew this last letter would be the hardest one to write, which was why he saved it for last. When he had clicked on the last picture, he found himself caught up in a whirlwind of memories, both beautiful and painful. The man knew that he would be torturing himself, but before he realized it, he clicked on a link, which immediately took him to the online wedding album he and his wife had created. Their site, which included a bridal registry, the history of their courtship, and other interesting tidbits, ushered online guests into a world of romance. Their story was told in their own words, with beautiful prose, as well as stunning color and timeless black and white photographs. How he wished their fairytale romance had a happier ending! The man tortured himself even further by clicking the link for the “guest book” and reading the congratulatory messages that were left behind. He could not help noting the unrestrained happiness expressed by the “guests,” who were thrilled that he and his new wife had both finally found true love after so many failed tries. By now, the man was sobbing openly. How could Taylor even think that staying away was even an option? After an internal struggle, the man decided to finally close the site and to get back to the business at hand. Having set up his template, he began to type. *The Righteous Brothers. “Unchained Melody,” Unchained Melody: Very Best of The Righteous Brothers. Polydor/Umgd. 1991. _______________
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Post by Horsey on Aug 12, 2009 7:35:11 GMT -5
lol...so Macy is going to the same firm as Brooke? I did read that correctly? now why am I not surprised that Trent might be at the same law office as Brooke I really like how these two don't intend to run into each other, but it happens! ;D I also like how Kristen intervened on Taylor's behalf, not that the crypt keeper deserves it. My impression of Dr. Riveria is that he is a very astute judge of character, without being judgmental. I almost wonder if he hasn't done some research on the Forrester family, and is feeling out Taylor at this point. I almost wish that I could see Taylor's face when her "skeleton" shows up. That would be priceless...
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Post by GIOVANNA on Aug 12, 2009 13:59:52 GMT -5
Detective Blair tried her best. She really did. Attempting to maintain her composure after Ridge’s narrative, she pressed her lips together to keep from bursting out laughing. She had even idly wondered if the sex Ridge had before she and Detective Moretti arrived had cut off the air supply to his brain. Before she realized it, a small snicker escaped her. She was sorry, but this was some of funniest sh*t she ever heard! Detective Moretti kept a stony visage and not for the first time wondered about Ridge and Brooke’s “special relationship”—the relationship that his brother so vehemently denied existed. However, if one were to truly believe Ridge’s version of events, not only was this relationship real, but it was still in full swing. Detective Moretti also noted that based on Ridge's description, this “special relationship” had Thorne on the outside looking in as opposed to being someone with whom Brooke once enjoyed a loving, passionate relationship. He also had to wonder how Ridge’s wife would react if she was privy to his recitation of the events of that Thursday morning.For his part, Ridge was just relieved that his story was finally out there. He was beyond caring how it came across—just so long as Brooke was cleared. LOL! So, Blair is amused by Ridge and his version of the board meeting, eh? I love it! I am waiting for her commentary to her partner.
And Ridge is clueless as ever. He thinks he's clearing Brooke, instead, he's wasting the detective's time. Plus he is lying his ass off. Isn't lying to the cops a crime?
The legal stuff is interesting. I hope they don't arrest the wrong person.
So, Trent just misses Brooke, eh? Darn!
Excellent reading!
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Post by MissJr on Aug 12, 2009 19:29:12 GMT -5
lol...so Macy is going to the same firm as Brooke? I did read that correctly? now why am I not surprised that Trent might be at the same law office as Brooke I really like how these two don't intend to run into each other, but it happens! ;D I also like how Kristen intervened on Taylor's behalf, not that the crypt keeper deserves it. My impression of Dr. Riveria is that he is a very astute judge of character, without being judgmental. I almost wonder if he hasn't done some research on the Forrester family, and is feeling out Taylor at this point. I almost wish that I could see Taylor's face when her "skeleton" shows up. That would be priceless... Good evening, Horsey, and thank you for your comments! In answer to your question, Ted cut his conversation with Adam short because he knew he had a conflict of interest. Instead, he referred Adam to some other lawyers, and Adam was able to find someone who could take Macy on such short notice. Brooke and Trent have these chance encounters, and he leaves behind notes and gifts with no clue as to how she can find him. So, now they are physically under the same roof and it remains to be seen what happens now. While Kristen is quite annoyed with Taylor, she still actually cares about her. Dr. Rivera was a little starstruck in meeting Taylor, and he may have inadvertently revealed a bit too much about her dealings in D.C. I suspect that a part of him was, indeed, feeling Taylor out. As for Taylor's skeleton, he is going to be in L.A. real soon. I wish her marriage were a little stronger, but her husband is a tool and she has another woman who wants to supplant her as Ridge's wife. Poor thing!
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Post by MissJr on Aug 12, 2009 19:35:01 GMT -5
Detective Blair tried her best. She really did. Attempting to maintain her composure after Ridge’s narrative, she pressed her lips together to keep from bursting out laughing. She had even idly wondered if the sex Ridge had before she and Detective Moretti arrived had cut off the air supply to his brain. Before she realized it, a small snicker escaped her. She was sorry, but this was some of funniest sh*t she ever heard! Detective Moretti kept a stony visage and not for the first time wondered about Ridge and Brooke’s “special relationship”—the relationship that his brother so vehemently denied existed. However, if one were to truly believe Ridge’s version of events, not only was this relationship real, but it was still in full swing. Detective Moretti also noted that based on Ridge's description, this “special relationship” had Thorne on the outside looking in as opposed to being someone with whom Brooke once enjoyed a loving, passionate relationship. He also had to wonder how Ridge’s wife would react if she was privy to his recitation of the events of that Thursday morning.For his part, Ridge was just relieved that his story was finally out there. He was beyond caring how it came across—just so long as Brooke was cleared. LOL! So, Blair is amused by Ridge and his version of the board meeting, eh? I love it! I am waiting for her commentary to her partner.
And Ridge is clueless as ever. He thinks he's clearing Brooke, instead, he's wasting the detective's time. Plus he is lying his ass off. Isn't lying to the cops a crime?
The legal stuff is interesting. I hope they don't arrest the wrong person.
So, Trent just misses Brooke, eh? Darn!
Excellent reading!Hi, Gio! Thank you for reading and for your comments! Detective Blair couldn't help herself. Ridge is a laugh riot! He really thinks he's all that and 5 bags of chips and somehow his attempt to "rescue" Brooke became all about him. And you're right, wasting the cops' time and lying is, indeed, obstructing justice. If Ridge isn't careful, he may find himself in the same position Macy is in. I'm glad you're enjoying the legal stuff. The investigation is still in its earlier stages and the cops know that with each passing day, the trail grows colder. There will also be some pressure to make an arrest quickly because of the high-profile nature of the crime. Yeah, Brooke missed Trent just by that much. Hopefully, they won't leave the building before running into one another.
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Post by MissJr on Aug 15, 2009 20:41:09 GMT -5
CHAPTER 21 – WHAT KIND OF FOOL AM I?Even when the fool walks along the road, his sense is lacking, and he demonstrates to everyone that he is a fool. Ecclesiastes 10:3. Ever the “epitome of chic,” Elke changed into an updated version of the little black dress that she helped to popularize as a model in the 1970’s—a mod creation by Yves Saint Laurent Rive Gauche with a black belt. It was a look that designer Karl Lagerfeld would later proclaim: “Its interpretations have been able to follow through different times and epochs.” Elke’s legs were bare and she wore a pair of black patent leather open-toe pumps on feet. Uncharacteristically, she wore her hair down, adorned only with a simple black headband. Her jewelry was elegant and understated and in keeping with her outfit. She wore a pair of onyx and diamond earrings, with a matching bracelet. A couple of Elke’s friends were due to arrive shortly for a casual luncheon. However, before their arrival, she had a couple of tasks that needed attending to. First, she wanted to touch base with Frazier to get a sense of how his unofficial investigation into the “theft” of her earrings was progressing. The matter weighed heavily on Elke’s mind, as Philippe had given them a week to identify the supposed culprit(s). After that, Philippe wanted the matter turned over to the police. The second more pleasant task involved contacting Philippe at work and discussing her earlier meeting with Esther Finklestein. “Yes, darling, it went very well!” Elke claimed. “As a matter of fact, I’ve chosen something that I’m sure you will agree with.” “ Bon!” Philippe said. “Did she bring the certificates of authenticity with her for your stolen earrings? You know that I’m anxious to file that insurance claim.” Without missing a beat, Elke replied, “ Oui, mon amour! Oh, and I’ve taken the liberty of ordering flowers for the Forresters. That poor family! I can’t help wondering how poor Eric is holding up.” “As always, you are very thoughtful. Undoubtedly, this has been a horrible ordeal for the family.” Philippe said. “Indeed,” Elke coolly replied before hurriedly ringing off. She certainly had no desire to commiserate over the Forrester’s misfortunes. When Elke hung up the phone, she looked up to see Frazier staring at her, his demeanor cold and correct while his eyes barely concealed the disdain he held for her. “What do you want?” Elke rudely asked. It took Frazier a moment to think of a reply. He simply couldn’t abide this ‘legal prostitute’ and looked forward to the day when her husband would finally realize that he had married a viper. “Madam, I’m here to inform you that your guests have arrived,” Frazier coolly replied. “Fine,” Elke snapped, finding it virtually impossible to say thank you or to express anything remotely resembling gratitude. “Very well, madam,” Frazier intoned sourly. “If there isn’t anything else…” “Oh, but there is something else,” Elke reminded Frazier. “You were supposed to start investigating the staff and you were to get to the bottom of the theft of my jewelry. I fully expect a progress report, and as I told you before, failure is not an option—that is if you value your job!” _______________ "As I explained to your father, Miss Forrester, it is my firm belief that your mother is suffering from acute stress disorder,” Dr. Rivera began to explain to his audience. “You see, Mrs. Forrester was exposed to an event that was so traumatic that certain stressors triggered the type of response you and your sister-in-law witnessed. There is a marked disassociation with the event. Other symptoms to expect are numbness, detachment or a lack of emotional response. There is also a reduction in the awareness of her surroundings. On a conscious level, Mrs. Forrester may not remember what happened to her. However, she may have revisited the event in recurrent flashbacks, dreams and thoughts. In addition, she avoids any stimuli that may cause her to recall the events associated with the trauma. That includes feelings, thoughts, people, activities, places or conversations." "Thanks for that explanation, Dr. Rivera,” Kristen replied, before cutting her eyes at Taylor. “Yes, thank you,” Taylor slowly added. “I’m quite familiar with this particular disorder and its symptoms,” she was forced to admit. “Dr. Rivera also provided a profile of the person who did this to Stephanie,” Eric commented. “It sounded like some kind of crazy person.” Dr. Rivera chuckled and restrained the urge to recoil at the descriptor Eric used to describe the assailant. The word, crazy, was simply not in his vocabulary. “Well, as I explained previously, the assailant obviously had a lot of pent-up rage, which manifested itself in a psychotic episode. It’s my belief that this may have been a one-time event for that person. However, this attack was planned and designed specifically for Mrs. Forrester—to bring her as much pain and suffering as possible before ultimately killing her.” Taylor mulled over Dr. Rivera’s words before asking, “Do you think we’re dealing with a sociopath then, or maybe someone with borderline personality disorder?” “I’m not sure,” Dr. Rivera replied. “Like most sociopaths and borderline personality types, this person may seem as normal as you and I. That is why--with all due respect to Mr. Forrester—I reject the word, ‘crazy,’ in describing such people. This person may function as normally as you and I. As for this vicious attack, I suspect this may have been an isolated incident for her.” “ Her?” Taylor asked, seizing on that one word. “Yes,” Dr. Rivera said. “As I told your father-in-law, the probability that your mother-in-law’s assailant was a woman is extremely high. The injuries Mrs. Forrester sustained indicate that she was kicked repeatedly by someone wearing a dress shoe or a boot with a pointed toe.” “And this pent-up rage you mentioned,” Taylor began, seizing on the subject, “where would that have come from possibly?” “From someone who may have felt repeatedly victimized by Mrs. Forrester,” Dr. Rivera replied. Kristen thought about Dr. Rivera’s response for a moment. She was loath to verbalize what was on her mind for fear of offending and embarrassing Eric, but it had to be said. “Dr. Rivera, I’m afraid the list of suspects is quite long. I love my mother, but I have to say this. You see, my mother was…she was not always the nicest person in the world. She can—could be quite harsh in her judgments and treatment of others. And as much as it pains me to admit this, she could be cruel, thoughtless and quite vindictive herself especially towards other women.” Kristen said, wondering if her father would still be speaking to her by the time they were done. However, instead of the condemnation she expected, Kristen was surprised when Eric silently nodded in agreement. “I’m afraid my daughter is right,” Eric quietly said. Unable to deny the truth of Kristen’s summation of Stephanie’s flaws, Taylor chose to remain silent. For his part, Dr. Rivera was mindful of the private discussions he and Stephanie had regarding her relationship with her daughters, as well as her own failings as a parent. He was already well aware that his patient was no saint. He found her family’s acknowledgement of her flaws refreshingly honest. Eric worriedly asked, “Based on what you observed when you were with Stephanie a few minutes ago, is there any chance at all that she could tell the police who attacked her?” “The disturbance with which Mrs. Forrester is afflicted causes clinically significant distress or impairment in social, occupational or other important areas of functioning. Unfortunately, she is suffering from something we call dissociative amnesia. In other words, she is unable to recall an important aspect of the trauma. I understand that she may have actually identified her assailant by name; yet, barely moments after that, she indicated that the person she identified was not her assailant. She may have blurted this woman’s name in an agitated state because she remembered that the shooting occurred in this woman’s office. Right now, until she becomes more lucid in discussing this trauma, I’m afraid that she can be of no real help to the police.” Eric became despondent and sighed. “And, how long did you say this would last?” “Anywhere between two to four weeks of the event.” Dr. Rivera responded. “I’m so sorry,” he said sympathetically. “What about hypnosis?” Taylor blurted, causing Eric and Kristen to glare at her. Dr. Rivera gave Taylor a small smile. “I think not, Dr. Forrester,” he softly replied. “ Why not?” Taylor demanded. “You, yourself, said that you were quite impressed with the breakthroughs that Dr. Peterson made in this area, and—” “—and, if I’m not mistaken, Dr. Forrester, you and Dr. Peterson used hypnosis as a means of treatment. In this instance, it would be inappropriate right now. You are suggesting something that could be highly dangerous to an obviously fragile patient. The possibility of Mrs. Forrester being subjected to the power of suggestion while she is in a hypnotic state—especially now—is simply too great. It’s just not something I would recommend right now,” Dr. Rivera tactfully explained. “What if we used someone who didn’t know Stephanie personally? Or maybe the police could suggest someone?” Taylor asked, unwilling to let the matter drop. “My answer would be the same,” Dr. Rivera firmly replied. “So, what are we supposed to do then? Just sit and wait for two to four weeks for her to remember?” Taylor rudely demanded. “Taylor—” Eric began. “Did it occur to you, Dr. Forrester, that it may not take that long for her to remember? Please also keep in mind that your mother-in-law also has her physical to recovery to deal with and will need to marshal as much of her mental and emotional resources to deal with that, including the possibility of permanent paralysis. I am certain that Dr. Sussman will agree with me. Hypnosis is not something I would recommend at this time.” “ You wouldn’t recommend it? Well, what if we want a second opinion?” Taylor arrogantly snapped. “Back off, Taylor!” A fed up Kristen snapped. “If my father feels there is a need for a second opinion, that is his decision— not yours!” Dr. Rivera watched the interplay between the two women, made a mental notation and filed it away in his mental Rolodex for later reference. He then addressed Taylor directly. “Not only do I not recommend hypnosis at this time, Dr. Forrester, I expressly forbid it.” _______________ “Now that’s a philosophy I can totally get behind!” Brooke said. “I definitely will not be allowing people to harass, assault or defame me at will or without protecting myself.” “Good,” Ted said with a smile at Brooke’s feistiness. “Now that we can establish a possible motive for Mrs. Forrester’s trip to the office that night, have you given any more thought as to who her attacker may have been?” “I’ve thought about it at length,” Brooke said. “But, again, she has managed to piss off so many people who work at Forrester that it could have been anyone from the mailroom clerks to one of our competitors.” “Would one of your competitors have had access to your office after hours though?” Ted asked. “Well, this is where the story gets really interesting. This morning, Forrester’s Chief of Security, Joe Barnes, made me aware of a serious security breach involving none other than Stephanie herself. Apparently, weeks ago, she approached Joe and demanded he give her an extra electronic key to the building. When he dared to confirm if hers had been lost, she verbally attacked him and threatened him. She also warned him not to tell me or Eric about it. Nor, was our security company—Guard-Co made aware of the breach. Had they been properly informed, all keys would have been deactivated and returned, and everyone would have been issued new keys.” Storm shook his head in disgust. “So you have no way of knowing if Stephanie’s key was lost or stolen and for weeks. Meanwhile, the rest of you were like sitting ducks because of her need for secrecy!” “Interesting…” Ted said quietly. “I’m very curious as to why she needed that extra key and the scorched earth approach she took with Mr. Barnes. I’m also curious as to why this had to be kept a secret from you and Mr. Forrester.” “The moment Joe told me about this, I smelled a rat,” Brooke said. “She is always up to something sneaky and sly. What surprises me though is that she would knowingly endanger Eric and Ridge. Plus, I would still like to know what she was doing in my office that night.” “Well, this certainly gives the police more suspects to consider,” Ted commented. “Mrs. Forrester’s behavior raises the likelihood that someone else was creeping around your building that evening. I’m also starting to wonder if she facilitated it.” “With her, you never know,” Storm said with a frown. “But it brings us back to the same question— why?” “It’s something that Megan had to remind me of,” Brooke said soberly. “She said we still had no way of knowing if I was actually the intended target. Do you think…you don’t think Stephanie let someone in the building that night to…hurt me, do you?” “Either that, or she actively facilitated it with the hopes of keeping her hands clean,” Ted replied. “And, there’s still the Macy angle,” Storm added. “Maybe Stephanie had something planned all along, but your altercation with Macy gave Stephanie the final push she needed to put her plan into fruition.” _______________
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Post by GIOVANNA on Aug 16, 2009 14:33:56 GMT -5
Ever the “epitome of chic,” Elke changed into an updated version of the little black dress that she helped to popularize as a model in the 1970’s—a mod creation by Yves Saint Laurent Rive Gauche with a black belt. It was a look that designer Karl Lagerfeld would later proclaim: “Its interpretations have been able to follow through different times and epochs.” Elke’s legs were bare and she wore a pair of black patent leather open-toe pumps on feet. Uncharacteristically, she wore her hair down, adorned only with a simple black headband. Her jewelry was elegant and understated and in keeping with her outfit. She wore a pair of onyx and diamond earrings, with a matching bracelet.Dr. Rivera chuckled and restrained the urge to recoil at the descriptor Eric used to describe the assailant. The word, crazy, was simply not in his vocabulary. “Well, as I explained previously, the assailant obviously had a lot of pent-up rage, which manifested itself in a psychotic episode. It’s my belief that this may have been a one-time event for that person. However, this attack was planned and designed specifically for Mrs. Forrester—to bring her as much pain and suffering as possible before ultimately killing her.” Taylor mulled over Dr. Rivera’s words before asking, “Do you think we’re dealing with a sociopath then, or maybe someone with borderline personality disorder?” “I’m not sure,” Dr. Rivera replied. “Like most sociopaths and borderline personality types, this person may seem as normal as you and I. That is why--with all due respect to Mr. Forrester—I reject the word, ‘crazy,’ in describing such people. This person may function as normally as you and I. As for this vicious attack, I suspect this may have been an isolated incident for her.”“Her?” Taylor asked, seizing on that one word. Whoa, excellent reading! I love the details of Elke's life.
And I love Dr. Rivera's diagnosis.
Taylor is pissing me off! She has the subtlety of a mack truck. Thank God Eric and Kristen are there to keep her in line. In a way, I wish Hag could be hypnotized, as if she were, wouldn't she be truthful? I hear that someone under hypnosis doesn't lie, and we know Brooke didn't do it.
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Post by jilt on Aug 16, 2009 22:43:26 GMT -5
Absolutely blown away by this instalment, Miss Jr. I can't begin to praise your masterful writing and storytelling enough It's such a pleasure to read such well-rounded, three dimensional characters instead of the cardboard cutouts we see on screen. I'm rapidly running out of superlatives Hmnn, why do I get the sneaking suspicion that Taylor is going to try and find a way around the doctor's edict?
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Post by GIOVANNA on Aug 17, 2009 1:06:27 GMT -5
Absolutely blown away by this instalment, Miss Jr. I can't begin to praise your masterful writing and storytelling enough It's such a pleasure to read such well-rounded, three dimensional characters instead of the cardboard cutouts we see on screen. I'm rapidly running out of superlatives Hmnn, why do I get the sneaking suspicion that Taylor is going to try and find a way around the doctor's edict? GMTA, Jilt. That was my thought as well, but then I rethought it, thinking, no, Taylor wouldn't abuse her license like that. But then again, this is Taylor we are talking about. If she does, I hope she gets called to the carpet for it.
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Post by MissJr on Aug 17, 2009 19:49:18 GMT -5
Ladies, thank you for your comments!
You all have Taylor's M.O. pegged to a tee! This is the same woman whose feelings were genuinely hurt when Brooke and Thorne became offended by her very convenient diagnosis of folie a deux to describe Throoke's relationship. To cover herself, Taylor claimed she "consulted" with some "experts" about the relationship. Of course, we, the viewers, never saw any such "consultation" take place. That this came on the heels of her being reamed out by Eric and Ridge for supporting Throoke's relationship was just par for the course.
Taylor's feelings were hurt even more when Brooke called her a quack to her face after they returned from Venice, and she received a call that Rick wanted to see his family (the final Amber reveal). When Taylor opened her mouth and offered to come along to "counsel" the family, Brooke rightfully snapped that her son needed his mother--not some quack! Taylor, of course, teared up and acted as if Brooke had no right to her feelings.
So her trying to override Eric (Stephanie's next of kin) to go over Dr. Rivera's head would not be totally out of character for her.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Aug 17, 2009 21:33:54 GMT -5
Ladies, thank you for your comments! You all have Taylor's M.O. pegged to a tee! This is the same woman whose feelings were genuinely hurt when Brooke and Thorne became offended by her very convenient diagnosis of folie a deux to describe Throoke's relationship. To cover herself, Taylor claimed she "consulted" with some "experts" about the relationship. Of course, we, the viewers, never saw any such "consultation" take place. That this came on the heels of her being reamed out by Eric and Ridge for supporting Throoke's relationship was just par for the course. Taylor's feelings were hurt even more when Brooke called her a quack to her face after they returned from Venice, and she received a call that Rick wanted to see his family (the final Amber reveal). When Taylor opened her mouth and offered to come along to "counsel" the family, Brooke rightfully snapped that her son needed his mother--not some quack! Taylor, of course, teared up and acted as if Brooke had no right to her feelings.So her trying to override Eric (Stephanie's next of kin) to go over Dr. Rivera's head would not be totally out of character for her. Oh, I know! I remember when Brooke called her a liar, and boy, she took real offense at that.
What kills me is the way Taylor is permitted to call Brooke names 24/7, but God forbid Brooke dish it out.
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Post by Horsey on Aug 18, 2009 9:16:32 GMT -5
Taylor is a real piece of work!! I see her either trying to get Dr. Riveria removed as Stephanie's doctor; especially after she finds out about Ridge's hoof in mouth moment with Moretti and Blair, or skulking around and doing the hypno treatment without Dr. Riveria knowing about it. I do think if Taylor tries to have Dr. Riveria removed, she'll be successful. It appears that Stephanie trusts Dr. Riveria implicitly, he does truly have her best interests at heart. I like the brainstorming that is going on at the firm. It is interesting that they are getting close to the truth. It'll be interesting to see what Ted's PI's come up with.
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Post by lalogan on Aug 18, 2009 15:36:52 GMT -5
The Shrinkless Wonder is a piece of work, all right. One of the things I hate most about DumbBell's writing, if you can call it that, is that it TELLS us to root for Taydrunk because she is "selfless" and "caring," while Brooke is "selfish" and "cruel" and "thoughtless." Meanwhile, the exact opposite plays out on the screen. Taydrunk sticks her nasty nose into Brooke's business, offers self-serving diagnoses she pulls out of her ass because she wants to kiss up to Satanie. Brooke bears the bitch's sanctimonious attitude and hateful little (and not so little) digs as best she can, but finally slips and tells Saint Taydrunk a few harsh truths.
Then Pwincess Taydwunk gets all HURT, and more often than not makes a beeline for Satanie to set her on the warpath. Meanwhile, on the show and off, the Brooke-bashing reaches stratospheric levels. Like when Taydrunk was getting in her face and calling her names, and she said something like, "Are you going to get in your car and run me over?" Insane outrage! How DARE she talk back to the Saint, and actually bring up one of the Saint's misdeeds! That slut, she has no right to defend herself!
I've said it before, and I'll say it again: sometimes I wish Brooke really WAS as "heartless" and "cruel" as she regularly gets accused of being. I wish she actually DID kick the likes of Taydrunk when she was down -- Lord knows, Taydrunk has done it enough to her. Not to mention, that hateful hag Satanie (Taydrunk's BFF) never misses an opportunity to bully Brooke, while Taydrunk sits back and smirks, or else feigns "disapproval" of Satanie's actions when in fact she not only approves of them, she usually set them in motion by whining to Satanie about Brooke looking at her cross-eyed or something.
Brooke gets torn to shreds no matter what she does. So if she really WOULD be as "cruel" to the show's smelliest pieces of fecal matter, as she gets accused of being anyway, at least then there'd be some justice along with the Brooke-bashing.
Hence, my great enjoyment of the fanfics in which Brooke acts like she SHOULD act. Instead of meekly taking it when undeservedly self-righteous pieces of crap get in her face, or else giving back a dig that quite honestly is very mild in comparison to the abuse that the self-righteous pieces of crap are heaping on her, she really lets loose and reminds the self-righteous pieces of crap that while there may be some truth in their insults, they themselves are living in very fragile glass houses, so they ought to think twice about throwing stones.
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MissJr
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Post by MissJr on Aug 18, 2009 21:23:51 GMT -5
Ladies, all I can say to your observations about Taylor is: I know, right?!
Taylor genuinely loves her BFF and wants justice done. She truly doesn't think she's being malicious. However, now there is a heavy dose of pride involved. For years, she has been the point person for the Forrester family and everyone else when people needed counseling or a professional opinion they could trust. Her word and self-serving diagnoses were usually accepted at face value, and she accepted everyone's praise as her due. Dr. Rivera was quite starstruck and as one of Taylor's "fans," he valued her work also. However, Taylor is now face to face with a member of her profession who dares to have a difference of opinion and dares to question her methodolgy. I can only begin to imagine how the hypnosis would go: "Stephanie, it was BROOKE who shot you, wasn't it?" Talk about a subliminally suggestive question! This is the type of behavior that would cause an aggrieved person to complain to the licensing authorities and I've always been shocked that no one has ever done it. Nor, will I ever understand why the onscreen Brooke would even consult Taylor for ANYTHING beyond a lipstick shade after the shrinkless wonder was discredited and called out on her quackery. And since Taylor is a fan of hypnosis, she should try hypnotizing her trifling husband and seeing what kind of fun unfolds!
And, no, Taylor will not take Dr. Rivera's "defiance" lightly. She was also shown up in front of her in-laws. And if she thinks Kristen (who is the nice sister) is a problem, just wait until Felicia finally gets her rump back to L.A.! Taylor had better take heed because Dr. Rivera is a lot more tenacious than he appears.
Thanks for reading and your comments, ladies!
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Post by MissJr on Aug 18, 2009 21:39:57 GMT -5
Ridge moaned in frustration and rolled his eyes. He was getting sick and tired of having to explain himself and to clarify what he actually meant. “For the last time, this was not some vast conspiracy! It was a conversation I overheard between my wife and my mother that I thought should be brought to your attention!” Detectives Moretti and Blair’s faces remained impassive during Ridge’s little tirade. Detective Moretti flipped a few pages of the pad he had written on and quickly reviewed his notes. He then asked Ridge, “I understand that your wife stopped by the office the morning of your emergency board meeting. What was she doing here?” Ridge’s eyes widened in surprise. “Well, um, she was here because we were supposed to get together for lunch, but we didn’t.” “Why not?” Detective Moretti asked. “I was so upset by everything that happened that I forgot our lunch date and left the office for the rest of the day,” Ridge replied. “Where did you go?” Detective Blair inquired. “To Spago,” Ridge snapped shortly. “And how long were you there?” “I dunno—maybe a couple of hours,” Ridge answered. “And you were there having lunch all by yourself for approximately two hours, leaving your wife behind? Did you try calling her?” Detective Blair continued her line of questioning. A guilty-looking Ridge became uncomfortable, knowing full well that he had enjoyed a leisurely lunch with Phyllis that afternoon. “I simply forgot, alright?” Ridge defensively responded. Detective Moretti looked at Ridge and gave him a small smile. “Were you aware that your wife and Ms. Logan had gotten into some kind of altercation that very afternoon?” “I’m always aware of what my wife is up to!” Ridge claimed. “Uh-huh, and is she always aware of what you’re up to?” Detective Blair archly asked. “That was a cheap shot!” Ridge grumbled under his breath. “How were you made aware of what happened between Ms. Logan and your wife?” Detective Blair pressed on, ignoring Ridge’s comment. “She told me later at home,” Ridge said. “Describe the substance of that conversation,” Detective Blair invited Ridge. “Well, she was naturally upset about my standing her up for lunch. She screamed at me about it, and then she started in on what happened between her and Brooke. She said that Brooke—” Ridge suddenly stopped, fearful that what he would say next would incriminate Brooke. “Go on,” Detective Blair prodded. “What did your wife tell you?” “She told me that Brooke attacked her and Macy,” Ridge slowly said. “Verbally or physically?” Ridge’s eyes darted about and beads of sweat began to form on his upper lip. “I don’t remember,” he mournfully replied to the skeptical detectives. Detectives Moretti and Blair exchanged looks. They were well aware that Ridge had been less than truthful with them in his earlier statements and unfortunately for Ridge, they had no reason to believe anything he said at this point. “Don’t remember?” Detective Moretti asked. “Why am I not surprised by your rather selective memory?” “I don’t remember!” Ridge yelled. “I really don’t remember!” “Of course you don’t,” Detective Blair said. “We understand that you have been under a great deal of stress. Let me ask this then; did your wife indicate whether she spoke to your mother about what happened with Ms. Logan?” “I—I honestly just don’t remember,” Ridge truthfully said, shaking his head with sadness. “Okay, Mr. Forrester. I understand,” Detective Blair said gently. “I want you to listen to my question and think before you respond—and I want an honest answer. Now, is it possible that your wife spoke to your mother?” “I don’t know. So much happened that day and our argument escalated the moment Taylor started screaming about Brooke. It usually does when we start arguing about her. I mean, it’s highly possible and it wouldn’t be that unusual.” Ridge was forced to admit. “I see,” Detective Blair nodded. “Let’s say for the sake of argument that such a conversation did take place. Would it have been typical for your wife to confide in your mother about being attacked by Ms. Logan?” “Yeah,” Ridge hoarsely replied. “And given what you know about these two women—your wife and your mother—would your mother have felt compelled to act on your wife’s behalf? And, please try to be honest with me.” Detective Blair implored. Feeling like the hunter who too late found himself captured by the game, Ridge felt a rush of adrenaline. Then unexpectedly, his eyes became wet with unshed tears. He mutely nodded. “Mr. Forrester?” Detective Blair asked. “Is that a yes?” “Yes!” Ridge sobbed. “I’m going to ask you something, and again, I need you to be completely honest with me,” Detective Blair began. “I’ll try…I mean, I will,” Ridge claimed. “With the scenario I suggested, coupled with what happened at that emergency board meeting, is it possible that your mother and Ms. Logan finally had it out? And, would your wife have been aware of what was going to happen? Would your wife have tacitly or expressly approved of your mother’s actions?” “Honestly?” Ridge openly cried. “Yes—to everything!” Seeing a box of tissue on Ridge’s credenza, Detective Blair quietly got up and walked to Ridge’s credenza. She then discreetly handed Ridge a few tissues. Ridge gratefully accepted them and proceeded to wipe his eyes. As Detective Blair took her seat, Detective Moretti took the opportunity to carefully ask, “Mr. Forrester, is it possible that that is the substance of the conversation you overheard between your wife and mother?” _______________ Finally deciding that he had had enough of Elke’s none-too-subtle threats, her autocratic demands, deceit and overall foolishness, something inside of Frazier snapped. Forgetting his years of training and everything he had to lose, without warning, he leapt across Elke’s desk and pounced on the unsuspecting woman. He slapped her face twice, his handprints visible on her fair skin. Elke gasped and her eyes widened in horror. “ Chien! Vermin! How dare you?!” She screamed. She quickly stood and reached out to slap Frazier back. However, he angrily shoved her backward into her seat. Any further protests by Elke were stifled, when she felt Frazier’s hands around her neck. “AGGGGHHH! Let…go…of…me!” She managed to croak as she vainly attempted to fight Frazier off. However, she was not strong enough and the usually staid butler overpowered her. Angered by years of having to suffer Elke’s behavior in silence, Frazier’s eyes took on a maniacal gleam. Free! Free! FREE! How he had longed for this day! He tightly gripped Elke’s neck as she vainly pummeled him with her fists. “DIE, you evil woman! DIE!” He screamed as he continued to squeeze even tighter. “You are evil…vile…cruel…” Frazier ground out between gritted teeth. Non! Elke tried to scream but her windpipe was slowly being crushed by the pressure of Frazier’s hands. Oh, my God! Philippe! Cécile! Her guests! Someone—anyone—please help meeeeee! Oh, God—please don’t let me die! Please don’t let me DIE! Elke silently screamed before everything faded to black. _______________
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Post by GIOVANNA on Aug 19, 2009 13:41:34 GMT -5
Whoa, explosive! Hopefully Elke won't die before her ass is busted. However, when she is caught, I hope she doesn't go to prison, as she is such a wickedly entertaining character.
And what more can be said about Ridge that hasn't already been said? He is woefully ignorant and his attempts to "Clear Logan" will no doubt backfire. What is truly frightening is the fact that he honestly believes the fiction he spouts.
I am also enjoying Blair and her partner. How she hasn't pulled her hair out in frustration is beyond me. I am waiting for her commentary on Ridge's "interview" to her partner.
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Post by MissJr on Aug 19, 2009 14:04:33 GMT -5
Whoa, explosive! Hopefully Elke won't die before her ass is busted. However, when she is caught, I hope she doesn't go to prison, as she is such a wickedly entertaining character.
And what more can be said about Ridge that hasn't already been said? He is woefully ignorant and his attempts to "Clear Logan" will no doubt backfire. What is truly frightening is the fact that he honestly believes the fiction he spouts.
I am also enjoying Blair and her partner. How she hasn't pulled her hair out in frustration is beyond me. I am waiting for her commentary on Ridge's "interview" to her partner. It seems that Elke made one threat too many and may end up paying with her life. What a mess! Frazier gives new meaning to the term, "The butler did it." If Elke dies, what will this mean for poor Brooke? Detective Blair is a skilled interrogator and at this point in her career, she has seen and heard it all. That's the problem with Ridge. He thinks he's being so clever and "helpful" to Brooke and is only starting to understand the enormity of having inserted himself into this matter prematurely. Just wait until his wife finds out what he's done. No wonder the guy started blubbering!
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