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Post by GIOVANNA on Mar 17, 2010 2:41:54 GMT -5
Ridge and Brooke's Mansion The Present, Nine P.M.
Brooke sat in the den, watching the news. It had been an hour since she had thrown Ridge out, and she wished he would call. She was still furious with him after the fight they had had, but she was no monster and it would be nice if he would call to let her know he was in the land of the living. Her face darkened as she thought of their blowout.
Flashback, The Mansion, The Kitchen
Brooke nursed a cup of coffee as she thought about her day. Steffy was being insufferable as always, only this time, she had sneered at Hope. The two girls were in Ridge's office, and Brooke was outside. The two of them were arguing, and it was getting ugly.
Steffy: I don't care what you say, your mother does not belong here and neither do you.
Hope: My mother ran this company for years, and she did a good job.
Steffy: Please, your mother slept her way into a CEO position, and she has trashed this company's image.
Hope gasped.
Steffy: Don't think I'm going to let you do the same thing.
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Post by sugarpie on Mar 17, 2010 15:45:11 GMT -5
WOW! New fan fic? Go GIO.........I hope you smack Steffy to the moon....*grin*
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Post by GIOVANNA on Mar 17, 2010 16:22:45 GMT -5
Flashback
Brooke winced just as Hope came out, near tears.
Hope: Mom.
Brooke: Baby, what's wrong?
Hope: Steffy. She hates me. I came up with an idea, and she nixed it.
Brooke: I see.
Hope: I'm trying, Mom, I really am. It's like, no matter what I do, it's wrong.
Brooke: She's mad at me, not you. Look, why don't you go upstairs to the conference room, and wait for me.
The Office
Steffy leaned back in the chair and smiled, a smile of pure satisfaction. She turned around and faced the wall.
One down, two to go, she thought.
The door slammed, interrupting her train of thought, such that it was. She spun around and sighed when she saw her former step-mother, who was obviously angry, from the line between her eyes.
Steffy: You might want to quit frowning, Brooke, it causes wrinkles.
Brooke: Wipe that smirk off your face, young lady.
Steffy stared at her.
Brooke: I heard, I heard what you said to Hope.
Steffy sighed, a loud, put-upon sigh.
Steffy: Eavesdropping, Brooke?
Brooke: Your voices were pretty loud. What else did you say to my daughter?
Steffy: The truth. That her line was not in line with the image we are trying to project. In my opinion, it is too, oh, what was the term, "Valley trash"? Yeah, I believe that was it.
Brooke gritted her teeth.
Brooke: The truth.
Steffy: Yep.
Brooke: Oh, like you told the truth about how you got the company back?
Steffy: What can I say? I'm persuasive.
Brooke: Please. You stalked Bill out and offered your body in exchange for the company, which makes you nothing more than a prostitute.
Steffy gasped.
Brooke: And when THAT failed, you swiped my sister's ring and resorted to blackmail.
Steffy: How dare you, of all people, accuse anyone of prostitution.
So she's going to spout that crap, Brooke thought. Fine. Two can play at this game.
Brooke: Yes, Steffy, I dare.
Steffy laughed.
Steffy: You got this company by seducing my grandfather and my father.
Brooke: Bull. Do you want to know just how I got this company?
Steffy opened her mouth.
Brooke: Contrary to what your mother and grandmother told you, I created Belief, and when your father tricked me into signing away the rights without explaining what I was signing, and walked off. The thing is, he walked off with the wrong copy, and when I talked to a lawyer, we asked for fifty-one percent. My creation made this company into a powerhouse, and this happened before you were born. And the lingerie line as well as the men's line kept this company on top. So before you get in grown-up business, get your facts straight.
Steffy stood up, and Brooke walked over to the desk, placing her hands on the edge.
Brooke: Sit down. I'm not done talking to you. I thought I made it very clear that, if you mess with my children, I can give as good as I get. Well, you obviously have a hearing problem, so I'm going to tell you again. Leave my daughter alone. And I am going to tell you, my days of letting your vile behavior and hatred slide are over. I have had to listen to you slander me as well as my sisters with your ugly comments for well over a month, and it stops now.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Mar 17, 2010 16:46:50 GMT -5
Flashback
Steffy: How DARE you talk to me like that. I can fire you, after all, I am the company savior.
Brooke snorted.
Brooke: You may have won this round, little girl, but Bill Spencer is no dummy. And he doesn't like being double-crossed.
Brooke turned and walked to the door, placing her hand on the doornob. Then she turned to Steffy.
Brooke: You know, Steffy, you spend all this energy hating on me, my sisters, and my children, when we realize that nothing is worth putting up with you for and move on, what will you do with your spare time?
Steffy: Get out.
Brooke: Gladly.
Flasback, Brooke's Mansion, Six O'Clock P.M.
Brooke sat on a sofa in the den, wearing an oversized man's shirt that she wore when doing chores, a pair of faded jeans, and sneakers. After taking Hope shopping, she had decided to meet with Connor as well as her business manager and find out what her options were.
Ridge entered.
Ridge: Hey, Gorgeous. What are you doing, sitting here in the dark?
Brooke chewed on a nail.
Brooke: We need to talk.
Ridge coughed, then took off his coat.
Ridge: Later. I'm hungry, then I thought we could rediscover ourselves.
How trite, she thought.
Brooke: Fine. There's a TV dinner in the kitchen.
He started to laugh.
Ridge: You're kidding, right? I hate those things.
She exhaled.
Brooke: I'm pissed and I don't cook well when I'm pissed. If you want something else, we have plenty of take-out menus.
Ridge: Ok, fine. What do you want to talk about?
Brooke: Your daughter. She's bullying Hope and lipping off to me. I want you to stand up to her and be a father to her for once. I realize that she is angry over you and her mother not being together, but she needs to deal with it.
Ridge: Come on, she saved the company.
Brooke: By trying to whore herself out and when that failed, blackmail.
Ridge shrugged.
Ridge: So?
Brooke: Well, blackmail is illegal. Suppose Bill had called her bluff? Do you want your child to have a criminal record?
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Post by GIOVANNA on Mar 17, 2010 17:01:40 GMT -5
Flashback, Brooke's House
Ridge: But he didn't. You're getting worked up over nothing.
Brooke: No, I was trying to appeal to you as a parent. What lesson did Steffy learn from this? That you can break the law and get rewarded for it?
Ridge: Come on, Logan.
Brooke: Don't call me that. And another thing, I am sick of your mother and Taylor undermining me and my bedroom line. I ran that company for years. And I did a good job at it. Check the financials.
The phone rang, and Ridge picked it up.
Ridge: Hello? Oh, hi, Doc.
Brooke shook her head.
Ridge: No, I'm not busy.
Brooke stood up, walked over to her husband, and snatched the phone from him.
Ridge: Hey, I was-
She held up her hand.
Brooke: Hello, Taylor? Now isn't a good time. Whatever you need to talk to my husband about will have to wait until tomorrow.
Taylor: Excuse me?
Brooke: You heard. I have to deal with you at work, I don't need you calling my husband at home.
Taylor: Dammit, Brooke, put him on.
Brooke put the phone down.
Ridge: What was that about?
Brooke: The fact that you can even ask me that question after the week I have had tells me all I need to know. Now. Pack your bags and move out.
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Post by simmiem2 on Mar 17, 2010 21:07:36 GMT -5
Hahaha we can always hope and dream...
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Post by GIOVANNA on Mar 18, 2010 16:16:43 GMT -5
Get Sharpe Hotel, Las Vegas Six P.M.
Steffy Forrester sat in the lounge, nursing a drink. She was dressed in what she thought was an eye-catching outfit, but to anyone with a pair of eyes, she could have easily passed for a lady of the evening. Her white silk blouse was sleeveless and plunged daringly between her breasts. She also wore a red leather miniskirt that was a good six inches above the knee and thigh-high black boots. As for makeup, she wore blood red lipstick, snow-white base, and heavy hot pink eyeliner. She sighed as she checked out her black nails.
Brooke thought she was so tough, lipping off to her, but Steffy had a plan. She had been doing some research on Deacon Sharpe, Hope's father. After her row with Brooke, she had called Deacon and asked him if he had any dirt on Brooke. He seemed cautious at first, but indicated that he would be willing to meet if she flew in.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Mar 18, 2010 17:01:36 GMT -5
Get Sharpe Hotel, Deacon's Office The Same Time
Deacon leaned back in his chair, watching the young woman sitting at the bar on his security camera.
So that's Steffy Forrester, he thought, smiling bemusedly. Trouble if he ever saw it. Even though Deacon didn't have a formal education, he was an excellent judge of character. He could read people's motives from a phone call. And from his phone call from Steffy, he knew she was up to no good. She thought she was so clever, but her hatred towards the Logans was obvious. And she viewed Hope as a hated Logan. When he got the call, he listened to her carry on, claiming that she wanted the Logans out of the company, that they brought nothing but shame and that it was breaking Eric and Ridge's hearts.
Cry me a river, Deacon thought of saying, but decided against it. He exhaled as he thought of how to use this to his advantage. He had no desire to give the bitch dirt on Hope, but he hinted that, if she flew up to Vegas, he might have something for her. He picked up two pieces of paper, forms that he had his lawyer draw up. If he got her signature on both of them, well, he'd be set.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Mar 18, 2010 17:09:24 GMT -5
Taylor's House The Same Time
Taylor paced her kitchen, angrier than she had been in a long time. She had come home and found a letter from her daughter:
Dear Mother,
I just don't know what to do anymore! I have been working very hard at the company, and I had to work for that unsufferable Katie. Then when I got the company back, I figured things would be different. But they're not, they're actually worse. If only Brooke and Hope would leave. It bad enough that they took Dad from me, but they took the company from us as well. I mean, I got the company back and no one appreciates it. Just today, I vetoed Hope's idea, and she went crying to Brooke. Well, Brooke stormed into Dad's office and said all these ugly things to me. She ordered me to sit down and she called me a tramp. I know a lot of people are depending on me and the company needs me to function, but I can't do it, not with Brooke undermining me. I'm sorry, but I can't stay in Los Angeles, so I took a flight to Vegas.
Love,
Steffy
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Post by GIOVANNA on Mar 20, 2010 1:46:26 GMT -5
Taylor's House The Same Time
Taylor shook her head in irritation. She could not believe the way Brooke was acting. For God's sake, all she and Stephanie wanted was to restore FC to its' former glory, yet that bimbo was standing in their way. And now she was bullying Steffy. Taylor shivered at the idea of her child in Vegas. She had tried to contact Ridge, but the insecure shrew had hung up on her, so she dialed Ridge's cell phone.
Voice: Hello?
Taylor: Oh, Ridge, thank God you picked up.
Ridge: I'm sorry about Brooke. I don't know what her problem is lately.
Taylor: Where are you now?
Ridge: On my way to Dad's. Would you believe Logan threw me out?
Taylor gasped.
Taylor: You're kidding.
Ridge: No, I'm not. She just ordered me to leave.
Taylor: But why?
Ridge: I don't know. She claims it was because you called, but when I came home, she was acting weird.
Taylor scoffed.
Taylor: You and I have children. Is she that threatened?
Ridge: I guess.
Taylor: So you're going to Eric's?
Ridge: Yeah, sure, why not?
Taylor: Well, Donna is there. If she finds out that her sister threw you out, she might start acting like the ball-breaking wife. You know how those Logans stick together.
Ridge: Well, what am I supposed to do?
Taylor: Come over to my place. Besides, I called you for a reason.
Ridge: What's that?
Taylor: It's Steffy. She's run away.
Ridge: What?
Taylor: You heard. She's in Vegas.
Ridge: I don't believe it.
Taylor: She left a note. She doesn't feel appreciated at work.
Ridge: Does this have something to do with her and Hope fighting?
Taylor: Who told you that?
Ridge: Logan. She said Steffy was bullying Hope and lipping off to her.
Taylor: Figures. That is just like her, push our daughter around and then claim to be the victim.
Ridge: Well, Steffy has been harping at Logan and Donna. She accused Logan of seducing Dad and me to earn her stripes.
Taylor: So what if she did? It's not like Brooke earned her position the honest way.
Ridge: Doc.
Taylor: Anyway, Steffy is your daughter. Don't tell me you're siding with the woman who wrecked our marriage over your own child.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Mar 22, 2010 18:46:58 GMT -5
Brooke's House Nine P.M.
Brooke rubbed her temples, thinking about her meeting with Connor earlier that day.
Flashback, Brooke's Old Office
Brooke tapped her manicured finger on the desk as she waited for Connor to answer.
Voice: Hello?
Brooke: Hello, Connor?
Voice: Yeah, this is he.
Brooke: Hi, it's Brooke.
Connor: Hello, Brooke. How are you?
She exhaled.
Brooke: Not good. Can I meet with you today?
Connor: Sure. What time?
Brooke: How about now?
Connor: Ok. See you in five.
Brooke: Bye.
Connor's Office
Connor sat at his desk, looking over the form his former client had given him, then looked up at her.
Brooke: Well?
Connor: Looks like Belief has no owner.
Brooke: How is that-
Connor: When you signed over belief to them, the condition was you receive fifty-one percent of the company. When you transferred ownership to Eric Forrester the third, that makes the agreement null and void. And they didn't register it.
Brooke: Ok. Can I still have it registered to me?
Connor: Yes.
He smiled wolfishly.
Connor: I drew up the papers. All I need is your signature and a witness.
He picked up his phone and dialed.
Connor: Denise? Can you come into my office?
Voice: Sure.
Brooke: Ok, about the bedroom line.
Connor: Done. Actually, about belief. Since they forfeited the right to it when they voted you out, you can sue for past profits.
Denise entered, a slender black woman in her early forties.
Denise: Hello.
Connor smiled.
Connor: This is Brooke Logan. She needs to sign a form and she needs a witness. So can you-
Denise: Sure.
Present
Brooke smiled to herself. She felt like a bitch going behind Ridge and Eric's back, but she hated feeling like a bimbo who had done nothing for the company even more. And now she had leverage.
Quit screwing with me and give me a share of the pie or I sue for back profits.
Her smile faded as she thought of the tension of working for the jerks.
There was knocking, so she rose and looked outside to see her hated mother-in-law. Great, she thought. She opened the door. Stephanie eyed her with disdain.
Stephanie: Where is my son?
Brooke: Not here.
Stephanie: I can see that. Where is he?
Brooke: I don't know.
Stephanie smirked.
Stephanie: Did he wise up and leave you?
Brooke: You wish. I tossed him out.
She started to shut the door, but the older woman stopped her.
Stephanie: Aren't you going to invite me in?
Brooke: No. I've had enough of your gloating at the office, and I have a headache. Your presence will make it worse.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Mar 22, 2010 22:58:59 GMT -5
Brooke's House The Same Time
Stephanie looked the younger woman over in disgust. How DARE she not step aside and let her enter?
Stephanie: Let me come inside.
Brooke: No. You want to see your son, fine, he isn't here, call him on his cell.
Stephanie sighed, a loud, put-upon sigh.
Stephanie: Well, can I at least wait for him?
Brooke: No. I do not want you coming in here and making your ugly comments. I've heard them so many times, I could say them in my sleep.
Stephanie: My son WILL be hearing about this. And when he does, this fantasy you have as Mrs. Ridge Forrester will be over.
Brooke: Get lost, Stephanie. If I look out my window and see your car, I will call the cops.
She shook her head and shut the door.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Mar 22, 2010 23:09:21 GMT -5
Brooke's House, Outside The Same Time
Stephanie stomped down the driveway to her car. She had expected to talk to her son about getting Brooke out of the company, and she had an excuse ready-the woman had left work early. Surely they didn't want someone who didn't take their job seriously enough to stay. So she had driven to her son's house and gotten his tramp of a wife instead. Not only was her son MIA, but the tramp claimed she had thrown him out. The notion of the valley tramp throwing her precious son out was more than she could bear.
As she was getting into her car, her cell rang. She closed the door and noticed the caller, "Precious One," and picked it up.
Stephanie: Hello, Darling.
Ridge: Hello, Mother.
Stephanie: Where are you?
Ridge: Taylor's.
Stephanie felt a rush of adrenaline at that. She hated Brooke and wanted her son with someone who would defer to her, the way Taylor did.
Stephanie: Oh, darling, that's wonderful. You've finally come to your senses.
Ridge sighed.
Ridge: We need you to come over.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Mar 24, 2010 1:41:10 GMT -5
Flashback, Get Sharpe Motel Six-Thirty P.M.
Deacon sauntered out of his office with the confidence of a man who had the world by the balls. He wore tight black jeans, a black, silk Armani shirt, and a black tie and he reeked of sex. He smiled to himself as he noticed his quarry, a drab brunette with protruding teeth who made up for what she lacked in looks in arrogance and haughtiness. She honestly thought her stuff was so fine that he would throw his own daughter under the bus. He had a chuckle at that. He snuck up behind her and exhaled onto her neck.
Steffy felt his breath on her neck and turned to face him. She felt her knees go weak and her face heat up.
Deacon smiled. He knew the effect he had on women and this one was easy pickings, a trust fund baby who thought that she could get a man into bed with the snap of her fingers. She probably douched with designer perfume, the type that cost a hundred dollars an ounce.
Deacon: Steffy Forrester?
Steffy: I-yes, that's me.
Deacon: Deacon Sharpe.
He sat next to her.
Deacon: You certainly grew up.
She laughed nervously.
Deacon: I trust you've had a drink.
Steffy: Yes.
He gestured to the bartender.
Deacon: Another for the lady.
He turned to face her, trapping her with his eyes.
Deacon: So. What can I do for you?
Steffy: I need some dirt on Hope and Brooke.
Deacon: You do know that Hope is my child.
She laughed delicately.
Steffy: So was little E, and that didn't stop you from selling him to the highest bidder.
That's because I didn't give a damn about his mother, he thought. Now Brooke was another story.
Steffy: You're a con man, Deacon. You were willing to sell your own child for money, so don't insult my intelligence by playing the doting father card.
Deacon: And you think I'm going to throw my little girl under the bus.
She laughed.
Steffy: I know you will. Everyone has a price.
Deacon: Maybe. What are you offering?
She smiled, a lewd smile, then gestured towards her chest.
Steffy: All this.
Amateur, Deacon thought. Like I can't have any of the ladies here for free.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Mar 29, 2010 23:24:30 GMT -5
Get Sharpe The Same Time
Deacon smiled.
Did this chick honestly think she was so fine that he would jump her bones in a NY minute?
Apparently so.
He sipped his soda water.
Steffy smiled. She had him, she knew it. No man could turn her down, as people were always telling her how gorgeous she was and how she looked like her mother.
Steffy: So you give me dirt on Hope and Brooke and we go upstairs to my room.
Deacon laughed.
Deacon: You're pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?
Steffy: With reason. After all, I am a beautiful woman.
Deacon: Actually, I can tell you plenty. But. I need something first.
Steffy: What?
Deacon: Marry me.
Steffy laughed.
Steffy: You're serious.
Deacon stared her down, undressing her with his eyes.
Deacon: I am, actually. See, I have been single for a while. I want to settle down.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Mar 29, 2010 23:41:06 GMT -5
Taylor's House Nine-Thirty P.M.
Ridge and Taylor sat on the couch, next to each other. Stephanie sat in the lazi-boy, her face a mask of anger as she read the note for a fourth time. She shook her head.
Stephanie: I should have known the tramp would do something like this.
Ridge: Mother.
Stephanie: Not only does she put her children before you, she treats your children like garbage. If anything happens to Steffy, this is on her head.
Taylor sighed.
Taylor: Can we please not argue about Brooke? We need to concentrate on getting Steffy home.
Stephanie: Easy. We fire Brooke from the company.
The LAPD, An Interview Room Nine-Forty P.M.
ADA Jeffrey Cheng leaned back in his chair and rubbed his neck. He had put in a long day and wanted to go home. A young woman had come into his office and requested that the assault charges against her former husband be dropped, so he had her sign a waiver agreeing not to press charges. It was a CYA move on behalf of his office, as if this jerk did anything to his former wife, the office would not be held liable.
Jeffrey shook his head. He was a tall, slender man of twenty-eight with big black eyes and short, spiky hair. A UCLA-grad with a major in accounting and a dual minor in Chinese and English, he had gone on to law school and focused on contract law. After graduating with a three-point-five GPA, he was hired by the DA's office.
Man, how can a woman be so stupid, he thought. This p%ick had given a woman a black eye and three broken ribs, and she didn't want to press charges. He had only been with the office for a year, but the excuses some women made for their abusers were mind-boggling.
"I maxed out the credit cards."
"I burnt dinner."
"I was being a nag, this is really my fault."
"He apologized and promised he wouldn't do it again."
And on and on. He hated seeing this crap, but his boss, an African-American named Nate Preston, told him there was only so much he could do.
Jeffrey rose and shook his head. He had done his duty for the day, so he decided to go home. As he opened the door and peered out, he heard noise. His eyes widened at the three people less than fifty feet away. One was an elderly woman in a pantsuit with a masculine demeanor, and the other two, a man and a woman, were in their fifties. The man was tall with an arrogant, haughty expression and his brown hair was slicked back, giving him a lizard-like appearance. The younger woman was a brunette who had seen better days and had been crying.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Mar 30, 2010 1:11:18 GMT -5
The LAPD Waiting Room The Same Time
Jeffrey watched the trio in front of him as they argued with Detective Mark Baker.
Older Woman: I'm telling you, I want that bitch arrested.
Nice language, Jeffrey thought.
Man: Mother.
Older Woman: I'm serious. I want her arrested for murder.
Baker cleared his throat. He was a tall, black man in his late thirties with a shaved head.
Baker: Indeed.
Jeffrey: What's going on?
The older woman looked him up and down.
Older Woman: I'm Stephanie Forrester and I'd like to speak to the DA.
Jeffrey: I'm an ADA. What can I do for you?
Stephanie: I want that bitch arrested.
Man: Mother.
He turned to Jeffrey.
Man: I'm Ridge Forrester, and this is my former wife, Taylor.
The younger woman forced a stiff smile.
Jeffrey: Ok.
Ridge: My daughter Steffy Forrester ran away.
Stephanie: You mean that bitch made her leave. And if anything happens to MY granddaughter, I want Brooke arrested for murder.
Jeffrey frowned.
Jeffrey: Come into the interview room.
Interview Room Five Minutes Later
Stephanie sat at the table, Taylor leaned against the wall. Jeffrey sat opposite Ridge, reading the letter. He looked up.
Jeffrey: So your daughter got into an argument with her stepmother, your wife.
Stephanie scoffed.
Stephanie: That tramp abused my granddaughter. And she drove her out of town.
Jeffrey coughed.
Jeffrey: Mrs. Forrester, I'm talking to your son. Now. How old is Steffy?
Ridge: Twenty-three. We need to file a missing persons report.
So why come into my office, Jeffrey thought of asking.
Jeffrey: Well, when did she leave?
Taylor: She left at around six.
Jeffrey: Well, she hasn't been missing for more than forty-eight hours. Plus she isn't missing in the legal sense, she left you a note, telling you where she is.
Get Sharpe Hotel The Same Time
Steffy sat at the corner booth, feeling quite pleased with herself as she waited for Deacon to return. She had him wrapped around her little finger. As she nursed her fourth drink, she thought about their "date."
Flashback
Steffy: So you want marriage?
Deacon: Of course.
Steffy: Why should I?
Deacon: You want dirt on Brooke and Hope, right? Well, those are my terms.
Steffy: Well, why not sex?
She giggled.
Steffy: Do me, Daddy.
Deacon: Why not marriage? It's not like it would be forever.
Steffy: I take marriage vows seriously.
Deacon: Just look at it as a business deal. Besides, you can always divorce me.
Steffy: I don't know.
Deacon laughed.
Deacon: You're a real trip. You'd screw me for dirt, but you won't marry me? What's the matter? You scared you might fall for me for real? Or are you scared of your daddy's reaction?
Steffy: I'm not scared of anything.
Deacon: Well then.
Steffy: Ok. And I can divorce you if I want?
Deacon: You have my word.
Steffy: Very well, I accept.
Deacon: Ok. But you need to sign some forms first.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Mar 31, 2010 1:32:58 GMT -5
Get Sharpe The Same Time
Steffy tapped her fingers on the table. She had a good feeling about this, she really did. After all, she managed to dupe a worldly man like Dollar Bill, so scamming this cockroach would be child's play. She ordered another drink and pulled out her cell phone in case she needed a plan B.
The Interview Room The Same Time
Ridge scowled.
Ridge: So you're not going to file a report?
Jeffrey: No, as she has only been missing for less than ten hours. Besides, she isn't missing in the legal sense, she told you where she was. And she happens to be an adult.
Stephanie rose and pulled herself up.
Stephanie: Very well, we'll settle for murder charges.
Jeffrey: Excuse me? I thought your granddaughter left town. Do you have any proof-
Stephanie: I don't need proof. That bitch drove my grandchild to Sin City, and if anything happens to her, then Brooke is guilty of murder.
Taylor sniffled. Jeffrey looked her over.
Jeffrey: Mrs. Forrester?
Taylor: I want my daughter home.
There was ringing. Ridge reached into his pocket and pulled his cell phone out.
Ridge: Hello?
Voice: Hello, Daddy? It's me, Steffy.
Ridge: Steffy? Where are you?
Jeffrey: Put the call on the speaker.
Ridge pushed a button. Taylor gasped.
Taylor: Ask her if she's all right.
Stephanie: Of course she isn't. She's in that low-class place, courtesy of that bitch.
Jeffrey looked at her and wondered why she didn't shut the hell up.
Ridge: Steffy? Are you all right?
There was sniffling.
Steffy: I want to come home, Daddy, I really do. But I don't know if I can.
Ridge: Of course you can, Sweetheart. We'll send the company jet, just tell us where you are.
There was more sniffling.
Steffy: I can't, not if Brooke is there.
Stephanie's eyes widened.
Stephanie: I knew it. I knew that no good would come out of you marrying that tramp.
Jeffrey shook his head.
Steffy: She was so mean and hateful today, Daddy! She barged into my office and called me a tramp. Stephanie: She didn't.
Steffy: Is Grandma there?
Ridge: She is, Sweetheart.
Steffy: Put her on.
Without waiting for Ridge to hand over the phone, Stephanie grabbed it.
Stephanie: Hello, Sweetheart. What's this I hear about that bitch calling you a tramp?
Steffy: She did, Grandma. It was awful. I asked her to leave, and she wouldn't. I can handle her, but she was so mean and nasty, I worry about Daddy. I'm worried about his safety.
She started to sniffle.
Steffy: If you and Daddy promise that he'll move in with Mother, I would come home.
Stephanie: Don't you worry, Honey, I'll-
Jeffrey grabbed the phone. He had heard enough of this pathetic drama. Little Steffy was manipulating Daddy, Big Steffy was using her granddaughter's childish temper tantrum to mess with her daughter-in-law, and Ridge was too stupid to see it.
Stephanie gasped.
Stephanie: How DARE you.
He glared at her, then turned to Taylor, who looked like she was about to fade into the woodwork.
Jeffrey: Mrs. Forrester, do you want your daughter to come home?
Taylor: Of course.
Jeffrey: Ok, then.
He put the phone to his ear.
Jeffrey: Hello, Steffy?
Steffy: Who's this?
Jeffrey: This is Jeffrey Cheng from the DA's office. Your parents are worried about you.
Steffy: Is Brooke there?
Jeffrey: No, just your parents and your grandmother.
Steffy: Damn, I want my father to see what kind of witch he married.
Jeffrey: Meaning Brooke.
Steffy: She's so awful.
Jeffrey willed himself not to roll his eyes.
Jeffrey: How old are you, Steffy?
Steffy: Twenty-three.
A bit old to be whining about your stepmother, aren't you, he thought of saying.
Jeffrey: Planning on relocating to Sin City?
Steffy: No, of course not. This place is so ugly. I'm just staying here long enough to get that bitch out of my father's life and company.
Jeffrey: Indeed. So you left because she called you a tramp.
Steffy: She did, as if she has any room to talk. She screwed-
Jeffrey: Any reason why she called you that?
Steffy: No.
Jeffrey: She just called you-
Steffy: Ok, she complained about how I got the company back. I tried seducing my married boss and he said no. I told him I'd make it worth his while if he handed me the company.
Jeffrey: Meaning?
Steffy laughed.
Steffy: Don't be so naive. I offered to sleep with him. After all, he is an attractive man.
Jeffrey: So you offered sexual favors to a married man in exchange for the company?
Steffy: Yep.
Jeffrey: Young lady, sex in exchange for compensation, be it money or a company, is prostitution.
Stephanie: How dare-
Jeffrey held up his hand.
Steffy gasped.
Steffy: How dare you imply I'm a prostitute.
Jeffrey: I'm doing nothing of the kind. I was just clarifying something. You offered-
Steffy: He turned me down, so I swiped his wife's engagement ring as insurance.
Jeffrey: How did you-
Steffy: Easy. I was at his house, in his bedroom.
Jeffrey: Tread carefully, I am a DA.
Steffy: So?
Jeffrey: So removing an item of jewelry from someone's house is theft.
Steffy: Theft is an ugly word.
Jeffrey: And an ugly crime that will get you a year in prison.
Steffy: Only if that creep presses charges.
Oh, the same creep you were willing to screw, he thought.
Jeffrey: So, did Brooke tell you to leave town?
Steffy: No.
Jeffrey: Did she buy you a ticket and put you on a plane to Vegas?
Steffy: No.
Jeffrey: So you just chose to leave town to manipulate Daddy?
Steffy: What?
Jeffrey: You chose to leave town, did you not?
Steffy: Yeah, so?
Jeffrey: May I say something to you?
Steffy: What?
Jeffrey: Get your butt on the next plane from Vegas to LAX. Your parents are worried sick and you should be ashamed of yourself, skulking in Vegas until you get your way.
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Post by simmiem2 on Mar 31, 2010 10:22:46 GMT -5
Hahahah I love it! Go on Jeffrey!
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Post by lalogan on Apr 1, 2010 0:57:55 GMT -5
Go Jeffrey! I love him in both your stories, Gio. He sees, and then cuts, straight through the B.S. that Fang and her slutty namesake are shoveling.
Stuffy is a real piece of, um, work. Actually demanding that her stupid father reunite with her mother if he wanted her to come home. And of course she lies about Brooke, trying to make it seem like Brooke attacked her, and did so without provocation. The little slut was getting in HER face, calling her and her daughter trash, spewing Fang's and Taydrunk's demented version of FC history.
Widge is stupid and weak. What else is new? Taydrunk, of course, keeps her little mitts clean by not directly contributing to the ridiculous drama that Fang and Stuffy are cooking up....but she sure isn't doing anything to avert it, either. As always, she's letting Fang do her dirty work, only now Stuffy is doing it too.
Not that I give a crap if Widge reunites with Taydrunk. I hope he does. I'm just happy to see Stuffy's manipulations be thwarted for once.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Apr 1, 2010 1:58:35 GMT -5
Hahahah I love it! Go on Jeffrey! Thanks for your comments.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Apr 1, 2010 2:03:43 GMT -5
Go Jeffrey! I love him in both your stories, Gio. He sees, and then cuts, straight through the B.S. that Fang and her slutty namesake are shoveling. Stuffy is a real piece of, um, work. Actually demanding that her stupid father reunite with her mother if he wanted her to come home. And of course she lies about Brooke, trying to make it seem like Brooke attacked her, and did so without provocation. The little slut was getting in HER face, calling her and her daughter trash, spewing Fang's and Taydrunk's demented version of FC history. Widge is stupid and weak. What else is new? Taydrunk, of course, keeps her little mitts clean by not directly contributing to the ridiculous drama that Fang and Stuffy are cooking up....but she sure isn't doing anything to avert it, either. As always, she's letting Fang do her dirty work, only now Stuffy is doing it too. Not that I give a crap if Widge reunites with Taydrunk. I hope he does. I'm just happy to see Stuffy's manipulations be thwarted for once. Thanks for your comments.
And you are right, Ridge is indeed stupid. Instead of standing up to either Hag or Taylor, he takes the coward's way out.
As for Stuffy, she is pissed because someone called her out. Right now she is playing her stupid father like a fiddle in case her plan to get dirt from Deacon doesn't play out. She's just like her daddy, always with a plan B. Unfortunately her plan A is going to be even more trouble, as Deacon is no fool.
Also, I don't see her as demanding that her parents reunite, although that is probably her ultimate goal. Right now she wants to cause friction and she figures that, if Ridge stays with Taylor, it is going to cause friction in Brooke's marriage. Then if they do reunite, little Stuffy's hands will be clean.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Apr 1, 2010 2:15:19 GMT -5
The Interview Room The Same Time
Ridge stared at Jeffrey as the younger man clicked the phone off.
Ridge: What the hell-
Jeffrey shrugged.
Stephanie: How DARE you talk to my granddaughter like that. You stupid bastard, what WERE you thinking?
Jeffrey coughed.
Jeffrey: You know, calling me names isn't going to get me to help you.
Stephanie narrowed her eyes.
Stephanie: Cursing at my-
Jeffrey: Please, I was hardly cursing. Aren't you even shocked that your granddaughter is manipulative and-
Stephanie: I don't care, as long as she got the company back.
Jeffrey: Don't interrupt me. Little Steffy tried bartering her body the way a hooker does on a Saturday-
Stephanie raised her hand and swung, only to have Jeffrey grab her wrist. She yanked her hand away as he turned and opened the door.
Jeffrey: Detective.
Baker entered.
Baker: Mr. Cheng.
Jeffrey: I need you to place Mrs. Forrester under arrest.
Baker: What charge?
Jeffrey: Assault of an ADA.
Baker turned to her.
Baker: Stephanie Forrester, you're under arrest.
Stephanie: No, I'm not.
Baker reached for his cuffs.
Baker: Don't make me use these.
He placed a hand on her shoulder, she swung at him, only to have him twist her arm behind her back and cuff her.
Baker: Want me to add assault of a police officer?
Jeffrey: Be my guest.
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Post by lalogan on Apr 1, 2010 3:19:12 GMT -5
Hehe! Fang got arrested! I hope she resists some more and the police officer has to use force to subdue her. I hate that despicable harpy and I've wanted to see someone beat her flabby ass into the ground for eons...Lord knows, the violent old cow has gotten away with multiple assaults and no one stands up to her, as if she's some force of nature instead of a fat, nasty-tempered, gutter-mouthed shrew.
Too bad her dad can't come back from the dead and beat her some more. DumbBell thought he would gain sympathy for that monster by rewriting history and saying her father beat her. I was unmoved. Maybe Papa Douglas foresaw what an evil beast Fang would become. My only criticism is that he didn't beat her to death.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Apr 1, 2010 17:57:00 GMT -5
Hehe! Fang got arrested! I hope she resists some more and the police officer has to use force to subdue her. I hate that despicable harpy and I've wanted to see someone beat her flabby ass into the ground for eons...Lord knows, the violent old cow has gotten away with multiple assaults and no one stands up to her, as if she's some force of nature instead of a fat, nasty-tempered, gutter-mouthed shrew. Too bad her dad can't come back from the dead and beat her some more. DumbBell thought he would gain sympathy for that monster by rewriting history and saying her father beat her. I was unmoved. Maybe Papa Douglas foresaw what an evil beast Fang would become. My only criticism is that he didn't beat her to death. Thanks for your comments. I hadn't planned on having her get arrested, but considering the way she never pays on this show, I figure, what the hell.
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