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Post by GIOVANNA on Apr 2, 2010 1:15:26 GMT -5
Get Sharpe The Same Time
Steffy sat at her table, her mouth hanging open.
I don't believe it, she thought. Some drab little bureaucrat cursed at me and hung up on me. ME, the Forrester princess. Things like this don't just happen to me.
I'll bet he's screwing Brooke, she thought. That bitch sleeps with any man who crosses her path, why should this one be exempt.
Deacon came up behind her and put his hands over her eyes.
Deacon: Hey, Gorgeous.
She giggled.
Deacon: Are you ready to get hitched?
Steffy: Sure.
He slid into the booth and put two pieces of paper in front of her.
Deacon: These just need your signature.
He gestured to the waiter, who came over.
Deacon: Hey, Mark.
Mark: Yeah, Boss?
Deacon: I need you to serve as a witness and sign.
Mark: Certainly.
Deacon: Now my lucky lady will sign.
Steffy sighed and picked up the pen Deacon held out to her. She smiled to herself as she signed.
Steffy: There. Done.
Deacon smiled wolfishly.
Deacon: Now, Mark, I need you to serve as a witness to our wedding.
He turned to Steffy and picked up her hand.
Deacon: Now let's head to the Chapel of Love and I'll make you Mrs. Deacon Sharpe.
Jeffrey's Office Thirty Minutes Later
Jeffrey looked at his list of possible witnesses to interview the next day. First off was Brooke Forrester, who could provide him with the name of Steffy's married boss. He shook his head at the nerve of the little brat, bragging about throwing herself at her married boss and stealing a piece of jewelry.
A brat with a sorry-ass father, he thought. And don't get me started on granny, who didn't seem to have a problem airing their dirty laundry in front of a stranger. He had to admit he did feel sorry for Tyler or whatever her name was. She had a stupid former husband and a spoiled brat, plus she probably had to play second fiddle to that battle-ax of a former mother-in-law. He could not help but notice that Ridge and his mother acted like a damn couple. And he wondered what their reaction would be when he had their little princess brought up on theft charges.
His mind wandered to the old bat getting arrested.
Flashback
Ridge stood there, a stupid look on his face.
Ridge: I don't believe this.
Jeffrey coughed.
Taylor: I-is this necessary?
Jeffrey: She took a swing for me as well as my detective.
Taylor: She's under pressure.
Jeffrey: That's crap. She assaulted two officers of the court. She's going to jail.
Ridge: Look, my mother is a helpless old lady. Arrest me instead.
Jeffrey: Your mother is about as helpless as a boa constrictor. And you haven't done anything. Besides, your daughter will probably call again, you need to be there when she does. Now get lost.
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Post by simmiem2 on Apr 2, 2010 9:33:44 GMT -5
Ummm.....did Deacon have a discussion with Steffy behind the scenes about those papers she just signed? Or did she just sign some random paperwork without reading a sentence? Sigh...I wouldnt expect anything less from that girl...
Stephanie Forrester - "helpless old lady"? LMAO! Puh-lease!
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Post by GIOVANNA on Apr 2, 2010 15:13:18 GMT -5
Ummm.....did Deacon have a discussion with Steffy behind the scenes about those papers she just signed? Or did she just sign some random paperwork without reading a sentence? Sigh...I wouldnt expect anything less from that girl... Stephanie Forrester - "helpless old lady"? LMAO! Puh-lease! In answer to your question, NO, she didn't read, she just signed. She figures that Deacon will walk away empty handed if she decides to dump him.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Apr 3, 2010 2:04:13 GMT -5
Eric's Mansion, The Study The Same Time
Eric looked over the trades. He felt a lot better now that he had the company back, but his celebrating with Stephanie seemed to be taking a toll on his marriage. He couldn't figure Donna out, he thought she would be happy for him. But she seemed tense lately. He realized that Stephanie being an owner would not please her, but would she rather that bastard Spencer be in charge?
The Kitchen The Same Time
Donna Forrester entered, wearing a pink cotton robe. She exhaled as she went to the refrigerator. Ever since her husband had gotten the company back, she had been having trouble sleeping. She knew she should be happy for him, but she resented the hell out of the way Stephanie and Taylor were throwing their weight around. And she did not even want to get started on that little bitch, Steffy. She pulled out a carton of milk and poured a cup into the saucepan. It seemed like she was needing help sleeping. She thought of sleeping pills and dismissed that idea, as she hated any form of medication. She wondered if she was being paranoid about being squeezed out of the company and wanted to talk to someone about it. She thought of Brooke, but her sister was too enamored of Ridge to see straight. Then she thought of Katie and realized maybe she and Brooke had been too quick to stand by their men.
Maybe I should give Eric his freedom, she thought. If I have to keep looking over my shoulder, maybe it isn't worth it.
Her thoughts were interrupted by knocking.
The Foyer
Donna answered the door, only to see Ridge. She sighed.
Donna: Ridge.
He nodded to her curtly and walked past her.
Ridge: Is my father here?
Donna: Yes, he is.
Eric entered.
Eric: Ridge.
Ridge: Dad, we have a problem.
Eric: What?
Ridge: Mother's been arrested.
Eric's eyes widened. Donna kept her face passive.
Eric: I don't believe it.
Ridge: Believe it.
Eric: But why?
Ridge: Well, it's a long one. Steffy ran away.
Good, Donna thought.
Eric: What? Where?
Ridge: She flew to Vegas. Apparently Logan got on her case, so she left. She was pretty upset.
Donna: Excuse me.
Ridge: What?
Donna: That doesn't sound like Brooke.
Ridge scoffed.
Ridge: Sure it does. She and Steffy have been at odds.
Donna: So you're blaming Brooke for this?
Ridge: Steffy claims Logan called her a tramp.
Donna: Just like that.
Ridge: Oh, are you accusing my daughter of lying?
Yeah, lying in wait for an opening to mess with Bill, Donna thought.
Donna: Why not? You're blaming my sister for her leaving.
Ridge: Considering that Steffy got our company back-
Donna: Oh, so just because she got the company back, she gets a free pass on-
Eric: Donna.
She gritted her teeth and willed herself to be quiet.
Eric: What else did Steffy say?
Ridge: That she wants me to stay with Taylor. She's worried about my safety.
Donna: That is so typical. "Move in with Mommy or I won't come home." What does she think Brooke is going to do, beat you with her teddy?
Eric: Donna, that's enough.
Donna: Excuse me, he is putting this all on my sister.
Eric held up a hand.
Eric: So how did your mother get arrested?
Ridge: We went to the DA to file a missing person's report. The next thing I know, this Asian kid had mother arrested. She got tense and-
Donna: Typical. Let me guess, she took a swing for him.
Eric: Donna, please stop. Look, Ridge, what do you expect me to do?
Ridge: I expect you to man up where Mother is concerned. She shouldn't be in jail.
Eric: Well, I'll go downtown and see what I can do.
He left. Donna shook her head.
Ridge: What?
Donna: I didn't say a word.
Ridge: You've taken my mother's house and marriage, haven't you done enough?
Donna: I did nothing of the sort. Your father separated from her when she set my sister up to be raped.
Ridge: And she paid for that.
Donna: Maybe on your planet.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Apr 3, 2010 2:20:44 GMT -5
The Foyer The Same Time
Ridge: She did pay. What do you want, a pint of her blood?
Donna exhaled.
Ridge: You've had it in for my mother since you wormed your way into Thorne's bed.
She narrowed her eyes and slapped him, he fell back.
Donna: How DARE you talk to me like that.
He stared at her.
Donna: Now get out. And the next time you want to come over here to whine to your father, you need to call first.
Ridge: Excuse me? I'm his-
Donna: You're the bastard whelp your mother used to secure a marriage.
He laughed nastily.
Ridge: Looks like those trashy Logan genes just reared their head.
Donna: Get out, Ridge. And don't get any ideas of putting this on my sister. I'm sure she will really enjoy hearing about the ax job you just did on her back.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Apr 4, 2010 1:54:17 GMT -5
The Foyer The Same Time
Ridge glared at Donna. He really resented her tone. She opened the door.
Donna: Just leave, Ridge. You're not welcome here.
Ridge: Excuse me? This is my father's house.
Donna: You're a damn adult with his own place. Get lost.
Ridge: I can't go back to Logan.
Donna scoffed.
Donna: At least when you have an excuse to play the victim to Taylor.
Ridge: I'm serious. She threw me out. Besides, I'm worried about Steffy. I can't be alone, I need to be here.
Donna: Steffy is an adult.
Ridge: She's in that ugly place because-
He looked away.
Donna: Have you talked to my sister to get her side?
Ridge: My daughter is in Vegas.
Donna: Which your mother will blame on Brooke, I'm sure.
Ridge: Logan called her a tramp.
Donna: Well, considering the names your daughter has called Brooke, Katie, and myself, she had that coming.
Ridge gasped.
Donna: Come on, she has been on a tear for the past month.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Apr 5, 2010 18:34:24 GMT -5
The Foyer The Same Time
Ridge: So my daughter's to blame for this?
Donna: For going to Vegas? Hell, yeah.
Ridge sighed.
Ridge: Logan called her a tramp. What was she supposed to do, say nothing?
Donna: Your brat has been calling Brooke, Katie, and me names for a month. The three of us have been very patient. I don't know too many women who would put up with her name-calling.
Ridge: Katie hasn't. She fired her.
Donna: Just leave, Ridge.
Ridge: Did you hear me? Logan threw me out.
Donna: So stay in a motel or stay with Taylor, but you're not staying here.
Ridge: Why not?
Donna: Because when my husband returns, we are going to have a talk, and I want some privacy when we do.
He exhaled and walked out.
The Master Bedroom Five Minutes Later
Donna lay on her back, reading a magazine. Damn, she couldn't sleep. She also wondered if Brooke knew about Steffy and her latest stunt, then realized that she probably didn't. She exhaled as she picked up the phone and dialed.
There were three rings.
Voice: Hello?
Donna: Hello, Brooke?
Brooke: Hey, Sis. What's up?
Donna: Not much. Ridge was just here and he said you tossed him out.
Brooke: I did. I know it sounds sudden, but I'm sick of fighting with him and for him. It's getting tiring.
Donna rolled over.
Donna: Honey, I'm sorry.
Brooke: Don't be. It was just a matter of time.
Donna: Guess what? Steffy's in Vegas.
Brooke: You're kidding.
Donna: No, I'm not. She's such a drama princess.
Brooke: Let me guess, she won't come back until her parents reunite.
Donna: Well, she wants Ridge to move in with Taylor.
Brooke: Figures.
Donna felt a chill, as if there were a draft. She turned around to see Ridge staring at her. He was wearing bathrobe and she shuddered at the possibility that he was wearing nothing underneath.
Donna: Look, let me call you back.
Brooke: Ok. Bye.
Donna: Bye.
She put the phone on the hook and narrowed her eyes. What was Ridge still doing here and how dare he spy on her? She reached for her robe and wrapped it around her, walking to the door.
Donna: Was I speaking loudly enough for you? Would you like me to put my private calls on the speaker phone so you can hear everything?
He sneered.
Ridge: Who was he, Donna? Was it Owen?
Donna: No, I was talking to Brooke. Now. Why are you still here? I asked you to leave.
Ridge: I'm staying. I can't be alone right now, I'm worried about Steffy.
I'll bet, she thought.
Donna: Well, I want you to leave.
Ridge: How does it feel, sleeping alone?
Donna: Go to hell.
Ridge: You better get used to it, Honey. Because it will never be over with my parents. Whenever she has a crisis, he comes running.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Apr 11, 2010 1:24:39 GMT -5
The LA County Jail The Same Time
Stephanie sat on her bed, leaning against the wall. To say she was pissed off would have been an understatement. That bitch had driven her precious granddaughter out of town on a rail, yet instead of Brooke being here, she was here. That stupid boy had lipped off to her and had her arrested and thrown in jail like a common criminal.
The only plus was the fact that Ridge would see what kind of heartless bitch he had married. That, and the fact that he had told her that he was going to get Eric to bail her out. She wondered how Donna would take that bit of news.
There was a noise and she looked up to see her ex husband. She smiled.
Stephanie: Eric. Thank God you're here.
Eric: Hello, Stephanie.
She got up and went to the bars.
Stephanie: I knew you'd come for me. Tell the jailer to-
He coughed.
Eric: What happened?
Stephanie: Brooke put me here.
Eric: She did.
Stephanie: Your granddaughter is missing, thanks to her. So Ridge, Taylor, and I came down here to file a report. The only problem is, the stupid DA is claiming that , since Steffy hasn't been missing for forty-eight hours, we can't file a report.
Eric: Well, he's right. Where is Steffy?
Stephanie: She's in Vegas, you have to let me out so-
Eric: How did you get arrested?
Stephanie: That stupid boy is on Brooke's payroll, so he arrested me.
Eric: Really. And you did nothing to warrant it.
Stephanie: I did what any grandparent would do when her grandchild was attacked. He called our grandchild a tramp. So I took a swing for him.
His eyes widened.
Eric: You took a swing at the DA?
Stephanie: So?
Eric: So you assaulted an officer of the court.
Stephanie: I'm not going to apologize for being a grandparent.
Eric: Assaulting a stranger is not the way to do it.
Stephanie: Ok, fine, I'll apologize. Just get me-
He shook his head.
Eric: No.
Stephanie: What?
Eric: I'm not bailing you out. I think a night in jail might be a good idea.
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Post by simmiem2 on Apr 11, 2010 8:53:14 GMT -5
What just happened here? Did Eric suddenly grow a pair? GASP!!!
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Post by GIOVANNA on Apr 11, 2010 13:34:48 GMT -5
The Courthouse Hallway Five Minutes Later
Jeffrey rubbed his forehead. Finally I can go home, he thought. I need to rest, as tomorrow will be pretty busy. He thought about his conversation with his boss, Nate.
Flashback
Nate: You mean she removed a piece of jewelry from someone's bedroom?
Jeffrey: Yep. She also admitted to offering to sleep with her married boss in exchange for the company. And she admitted this in front of her parents and her grandmother.
Nate shook his head.
Jeffrey: Please tell me I have enough to charge her.
Nate: I'm wondering why you haven't.
Jeffrey: The little floozy is in Vegas. I figured I'd wait until she got home first. Hopefully my little pep talk got through to her.
Nate: If she comes home.
Jeffrey: Oh, she'll come home, all right. This Vegas stunt is just a ploy to get her way. She has it too good here.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Apr 11, 2010 14:42:06 GMT -5
The Courthouse Hallway The Same Time
Jeffrey shook his head, then heard a noise. He turned to see a silver-haired man in his sixties.
Jeffrey: Hello.
Man: Mr. Cheng?
Jeffrey: Yes, that would be me.
The older man cleared his throat.
Man: My name is Eric Forrester. I understand you had my former wife arrested.
Jeffrey frowned.
Eric: Stephanie Forrester.
Jeffrey: That I did. She assaulted me as well as my detective. And she resisted arrest.
Eric shook his head.
Eric: I'm sorry.
Jeffrey: I assume you want me to drop-
Eric: No, I don't. I can't really say I'm surprised, however. She has a temper.
Jeffrey: No argument there.
Eric exhaled.
Eric: What lead up to the attack?
Jeffrey: Your granddaughter is in Vegas.
Eric: So I heard.
Jeffrey: She's blaming her father's new wife for it. And she's refusing to come home until he returns to her mother. All I did was tell her to return home, as her parents were worried.
Eric: Well.
Jeffrey: No offense, sir, but your granddaughter is a manipulative little whore.
Eric: Excuse me?
Jeffrey: I know this sounds harsh, but she bragged about offering a married man sex in exchange for the company.
Eric's eyes widened.
Eric: I-God, I had no idea.
Jeffrey: She also stole a piece of jewelry.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Apr 12, 2010 21:39:42 GMT -5
The Forrester Mansion Foyer Ten Minutes Later
Eric entered, looking drained. He walked to the closet and hung his coat up. Damn, his former wife pissed him off. He had married Donna, yet Stephanie jumped on a word or gesture as a chance to reconcile. Plus he was pissed at Ridge, showing up unannounced.
Ridge entered. Eric smiled weakly.
Ridge: Dad.
Eric: Hello, Ridge.
Ridge: Where's Mother?
Eric: She's in jail.
Ridge gasped.
Ridge: You mean you're not going to bail her out?
Obviously not, Eric thought. Sometimes Ridge's lack of intellectual firepower was laughable.
Eric: No, I think a time out would be good.
Ridge: This was Donna's idea, wasn't it?
Eric: Don't be ridiculous. I made this call on my own.
Ridge: I can't believe you. She doesn't belong there. She's no criminal.
Eric coughed.
Eric: Your mother has a temper. And I could not help but notice that, when you informed me of her arrest, you left out the part of her taking a swing for the DA.
Ridge scoffed.
Ridge: She was under pressure. That kid is a heartless bastard who is drunk on power.
Eric: Assault of a DA and a police officer, plus resisting arrest.
Ridge: Come on, Dad.
Eric: I'm not bailing her out. You don't think she belongs there, fine, YOU bail her out. I'm going to check up on my wife.
He turned to him suddenly.
Eric: Just a question, how did Steffy manage to get the company back?
Ridge: She made a deal with that bastard.
Eric: I see. Did this deal involve sex in exchange for the company?
Ridge: So?
Eric: Well, some might consider that prostitution.
Ridge: Balls. Who-
Eric: Mr. Cheng told me.
He laughed bitterly.
Ridge: That dumb-ass civil servant.
Eric: Funny how he knows more about this family than I do. He also mentioned that she stole Katie's ring.
Ridge: Look, Dad, we got the company back. Who cares how?
Eric: I'm not comfortable with my granddaughter going after her married boss. It leaves a nasty taste in my mouth.
Ridge: She wouldn't have slept with him.
Eric looked at his stepson and shook his head, thinking about how obsessed Ridge was when Steffy was "dating" Rick, and noticed that this interest in his child's private life was a bit perverse.
Like mother, like son.
Eric: Have you heard from Steffy?
Ridge: No.
Eric: Then you need to go home and wait for her call.
Ridge: What home? Logan threw me out.
Eric: She did?
Ridge: Yeah.
Eric: Well, I am sure Taylor has a spare room. Now. I'm going upstairs and would appreciate it if you saw yourself out.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Apr 12, 2010 22:33:30 GMT -5
Denney's The Next Day, Ten A.M.
Brooke sat in a booth in the back. She presented a professional figure with a pinstriped jacket cut to emphasize her waist, a white cotton blouse unbuttoned three buttons, and a khaki skirt. To complete her look, she wore spectator pumps and her makeup was understated. She wore her hair in waves to soften her appearance. After dropping RJ off and seeing Hope to school, she had decided to reward herself with breakfast before she met Connor. She had called the office and told Debra, the receptionist, that she was taking the day off.
Forrester Creations The Same Time
Stephanie swooped into the reception area as if she owned it. She was dressed in a lime-green pantsuit with a broach that gave her an asexual appearance. Even though she had had a lousy night, what with her worthless ex-husband tossing her under the bus so that he could screw that valley tramp, she had bounced back when her prized son Ridge bailed her out. She smiled at the thought of him finally being free of that valley tramp and decided that she would reward him by getting him a woman of quality. She decided to find out the names of the more reputable escort services, then dismissed that idea, as she knew it was a matter of time before Ridge came to his senses and reconciled with Taylor. However, her son needed sex until that blessed event took place, and she decided that she would be the one to get it for him. She exhaled, as she had much to do.
She entered Ridge's office and was surprised to see that it was empty. Well, he was probably getting his creative juices flowing with the models downstairs. She picked up the phone and dialed.
Stephanie: Hello, Joe? This is Mrs. Forrester, the real Mrs. Forrester, not the temporary bimbo. I need you to drop what you are doing and go clean Brooke's office out. All her pictures, papers, clean them out.
She placed a hand on her chest.
Stephanie: I don't care what you do with-no, wait, just put them in the trash or take them to the incinerator. And do it now.
She hung up and smiled to herself. If Brooke thought that she could abuse Steffy and throw Ridge out, fine, but no way was she coming in to work. Then she decided to call production and have them put a stop to that slutty line, and after she did that, she was going to do a press conference of how she finally cleaned FC of the trash. As she picked up the phone, she heard a noise and went outside. She narrowed her eyes to see the bastard who had her arrested the night before talking to Debra.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Apr 13, 2010 11:53:03 GMT -5
Forrester Creations The Same Time
Jeffrey: So you don't expect Mrs. Forrester in at all today?
Stephanie: I am Mrs. Forrester.
Jeffrey stared at her. Boy, she sure made bail quickly enough, he thought sourly. He exhaled.
Jeffrey: I was asking about Brooke Forrester, your son's wife.
Stephanie: Oh, you mean Brooke Logan.
Jeffrey: I mean the one who is married to Ridge.
Stephanie: I will never accept that tramp into my family. Therefore I will never recognize their marriage.
Jeffrey: I didn't come here to talk to you. I was looking for Brooke.
Stephanie: Of course you are. My son dumps that tramp and she reaches for the man closest to her. How long did she wait before she maneuvered you into her bed?
Jeffrey blinked.
Surely he hadn't heard her correctly.
Ridge entered, then did a double take. He walked up to the two of them.
Ridge: What the hell are you doing here?
Jeffrey: Just looking for your current wife, Brooke. I have some routine questions to ask her.
The Hallway The Same Time
Deacon sauntered down the hallway with the confidence of a man who had the world by the balls. After he and Steffy had returned to her house, they had decided to wait until dinner to break the news to her parents. However, seeing Ridge made him remember how he detested this family, and he decided to stir things up. Oblivious to the tension between Ridge, his mommy, and an Asian man he had never seen before, he walked up.
Deacon: Hello, Ridge, Stephanie.
Stephanie did a slow burn. Not only was she having to deal with the lowly civil servant who had her arrested, but this cockroach just showed up. Ridge's eyes narrowed.
Ridge: What the hell are you doing here?
Deacon raised an eyebrow.
Deacon: We need to talk business.
Ridge: Since when do I do business with trash like you?
Deacon: Trash? Moi? That's no way to talk to your son-in-law.
Ridge: What?
Deacon smirked and held up his left hand, showing a silver band on his ring finger.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Apr 15, 2010 1:39:31 GMT -5
Forrester Creations Reception Area The Same Time
Ridge stared at the younger man with the cobalt eyes and devilish smile. He felt a wave of nausea overtake him.
First Logan, now my daughter.
Ridge: I beg your pardon?
Deacon smirked.
Deacon: As of, oh, ten o'clock last night your daughter Steffy had the honor and the privilege of becoming Mrs. Deacon Sharpe.
Jeffrey bit his lip. Well, looks like my arrest of the thieving floozy will happen sooner than I expected. He decided to see if she was in town, so he extended his hand.
Jeffrey: Congratulations, Mr. Sharpe.
Deacon took it and shook.
Deacon: Thank you, Mr.-
Jeffrey: Cheng. So, is your wife in town?
Deacon: She is.
Ridge gasped as his mother took him by the arm.
Ridge: I-don't understand.
Deacon: Do you need me to draw a map? I married your daughter yesterday, and we returned to LA.
Ridge: That's not possible.
Stephanie: Damn you, Deacon.
She glared at him.
Stephanie: You should be ashamed of yourself, upsetting my son.
Jeffrey started coughing. It was all he could do to not laugh.
How old is her son, twelve?
Ridge: You and my daughter. I-don't believe it.
Deacon: Believe it, my man.
He tossed a piece of paper at him.
Deacon: That's the wedding license. My wife is breaking the news to Taylor as we speak.
Ridge kept gasping.
Deacon: And we were both thinking of having the actual wedding at the Forrester mansion. I know how you Forresters love weddings.
Ridge: You bastard.
He grabbed Deacon.
Jeffrey: Mr. Forrester, please let your son-in-law go.
Ridge: I will not. I'm taking the trash out.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Apr 15, 2010 12:50:38 GMT -5
Forrester Creations The Same Time
Jeffrey: For God's sake, let him go unless you want to be brought up on assault charges.
Ridge narrowed his eyes.
Ridge: He violated my little girl.
Deacon laughed, a nasty laugh.
Deacon: At least I didn't screw her and leave the phone off for you and Taylor to hear.
Ridge: You bastard.
Deacon: Take you hands off me.
Stephanie: This marriage is all Brooke's fault.
Jeffrey: How do you figure?
Stephanie ignored him.
Stephanie: How much money do you want?
Deacon: For what?
Stephanie: Annulling this-farce.
Deacon: Are you trying to bribe me?
Jeffrey walked away. He decided tensions were too high to get what he wanted from Ridge, Brooke's phone number, so he decided to ask someone else. He saw a tall, blond man get off the elevator.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Apr 17, 2010 1:55:18 GMT -5
Forrester Creations The Same Time
Jeffrey made eye contact with the blond man, who looked at him curiously.
Man: Excuse me, may I help you?
Jeffrey coughed.
Jeffrey: I'm not sure, Mr.-
Man: Forrester, my name is Rick Forrester.
Jeffrey: Jeffrey Cheng, ADA.
Rick raised an eyebrow.
Jeffrey: I'm looking for Brooke Forrester.
Rick: My mother should be in her office.
Jeffrey: Actually, the young woman at the desk said she called in.
Rick: That doesn't sound like my mom.
He stared over Jeffrey's shoulder.
Rick: What's going on?
Jeffrey: I just need to talk to your mother. Some routine questions.
Rick: I can get you her home and cell. What's going on over there?
Jeffrey: Ridge's daughter Steffy got married.
Rick: What?
Jeffrey: The lucky guy is that blond guy, Deacon Sharpe.
Rick covered his mouth and started laughing.
Rick: Oh, my GOD.
Jeffrey: You know him?
Rick: He was married to my sister. Can you excuse me for a minute? This is too good.
Rick walked up to Deacon.
Rick: Hello, Deacon.
Deacon: Rick.
Rick: I understand congratulations are in order.
Ridge: Get lost, Ricky.
Rick: Now, Ridge, that's no way to talk. Have you welcomed Deacon into the family?
Deacon grinned.
Ridge released Deacon and scowled.
Stephanie: Rick, will you please leave?
Rick: Excuse me?
Stephanie: This is a private family matter.
Rick: Really? One can't tell from the way you're acting. Manhandling your new son-in-law. I guess you're wishing you'd let me marry your daughter about now, aren't you, Ridge?
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Post by GIOVANNA on Apr 18, 2010 13:40:12 GMT -5
Jonathon's Office The Same Time
Jonathon sat at his desk, looking over the documents he had received that morning, and felt his blood pressure rise. When the Forresters got wind of this, hell was going to break out.
Mr. Young,
I have enclosed the following documents. As you can see, Forrester Creations can no longer use the name Brooke's Bedroom for their lingerie line and they no longer have the rights to belief. Since ownership was forfeited when my client transferred her shares to Eric Forrester the third, Ms. Logan is the owner by default, as she created it. As your clients have profited from an invention they are not legally entitled to, my client has grounds to sue for past profits. Please contact your clients to inform them of this latest development.
Sincerely,
Connor Davis
Jon leaned back and exhaled. He had called Stephanie at least three times, and she had yet to respond. He picked up the phone again and dialed.
Voice: Hello, Forrester Creations.
Jon: Yes, I need to speak to Stephanie Forrester, please.
There was a pause before she got on the line.
Stephanie: What?
Jon: Hello, Stephanie?
Stephanie: Yes?
Jon: It's Jonathon Young. We need to talk.
Stephanie: Now, Jonathon? This really isn't a good time.
Jon: Why? Are you reading Brooke the riot act for going through your family?
Stephanie: No. My precious granddaughter is being preyed on by a cockroach.
Jon: Excuse me?
Stephanie: That bastard Deacon Sharpe got his claws into Steffy and married her. We need to get the marriage annulled.
Jon: I see.
Stephanie: What do you want?
Jon: Before you worry about Steffy, you might want to check your company's ownership of belief as well as the bedroom line.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Apr 25, 2010 2:19:09 GMT -5
Jon's Office The Same Time
Stephanie: Like I care about that slutty line. I am lobbying to get it discontinued. And since that tramp didn't show up to work today, I have the perfect opportunity to strike while she is out.
Jon shook his head and felt a migraine coming on. Damn, she was one nasty bit of goods. It was, "Brooke this," or "That valley tramp." Eric was pretty thick-skinned to put up with her.
Jon: Well, what about the belief formula?
Stephanie: What about it?
Jon: It made the company a lot of money.
Stephanie: So?
Jon: Aren't you curious about ownership?
Stephanie: We own it.
Jon: Excuse me, but Forrester Creations owning it was in exchange for Brooke getting fifty-one percent. And when she transferred her two percent to Eric Forrester the third, that agreement was null and void.
Stephanie: Ok, so what are you saying?
Jon: Ownership went back to Brooke when she transferred-
Stephanie: What?
Jon: Since no one registered the patent, ownership went to the creator, which would be her.
Stephanie: So we just-
Jon: Too late. She applied for ownership yesterday, and she is entitled to sue for back profits.
Forrester Creations Reception Area The Same Time
Stephanie gasped and dropped the phone, then put her hand on her chest.
Jon: Stephanie?
Ridge turned from Deacon and went to his mother.
Ridge: Mother? What's wrong?
Stephanie: That-bitch. I knew she'd do something like this.
Denny's The Same Time
Brooke exhaled and checked her watch. It wasn't like Connor to be late.
Voice: Ms. Logan?
She looked up to see the same woman she had seen when she talked to Connor earlier, Deidre or Denise.
Brooke: Yes?
Woman: Denise Johnson. Connor asked me to meet with you. Mind?
Brooke gestured.
Brooke: Of course not. Will he be-
Denise: Actually, no. I read up on your file.
She sat down.
Denise: Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I understand you and Connor dated.
Brooke: Back in the day, yeah.
Denise smiled.
Denise: He mentioned that I might be more objective in your dealings with those-people.
Brooke: Meaning the Forresters.
Denise: Yes.
She coughed and pulled out a pad.
Denise: From what I read, you tend to, how shall I put this, value their opinion and look up to them.
Brooke: I guess.
Denise: Why don't you tell me about your history with them, and don't leave anything out.
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Post by GIOVANNA on May 8, 2010 3:07:31 GMT -5
Denny's Thirty Minutes Later
Brooke wiped her face and realized her hand was wet.
Brooke: Damn, I've been crying.
Denise exhaled, then looked at her legal pad.
Denise: Let me get this straight, you created a formula that this company based their revenues on.
Brooke: Right.
Denise: But you didn't have a contract. And Ridge, the father of your daughter, came over with some forms for you to sign. He offers to explain them, you brush him off and sign. Then you find out later that you had signed away the rights to a formula that would have earned you a fortune.
Brooke: Pretty much.
Denise: My God, Mrs. Forrester.
Brooke laughed hollowly.
Brooke: Please call me Brooke.
Denise: Very well, Brooke.
She sipped her coffee.
Denise: And you didn't fire him or sue.
Brooke: No.
Denise: How could you even look at this-Ridge person after what he pulled?
Brooke: I don't know. I guess I made excuses for him.
Denise: Excuses, how?
Brooke: Oh, that it was his mother's idea, that she pressured him.
Denise: How old was Ridge at the time?
Brooke: Thirty-three.
Denise: Thirty-three and he's letting his mother make his decisions for him?
Wussy, thought Denise.
Brooke: I blame her more-
Denise held up her hand.
Denise: She didn't put a gun to his head. You said that you thought he was going to leave his wife.
Brooke: I did.
Denise: Ok, why?
Brooke: I was dating Connor at the time and Ridge didn't like it. They almost came to blows.
Denise: So he led you on and let you believe that he would leave her.
Brooke: I guess. You make it sound so cut and dried.
Denise: Sounds pretty cut and dried to me. And remember that this scam would not have worked without his participation.
Brooke: Ok. Connor mentioned suing for back profits.
Denise: Well, the transfer of the shares to Eric Forrester the third were seven years ago, so you are looking at suing them for back profits for that time. That's a hell of a lot of money. I don't think they would survive.
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Post by GIOVANNA on May 13, 2010 14:04:49 GMT -5
Starbucks The Same Time
Ally Forrester sat at her favorite booth, sipping her coffee. She was a gorgeous seventeen-year-old with sky-blue eyes and blond hair. She also had a trust fund and an IQ of at least one hundred and sixty, although her family didn't know it. Oh, her father did, but no one else did.
As if they gave a damn.
She blinked back tears as she thought of her so-called family. Her grandfather was too busy waffling between Donna and Stephanie to pay any attention to her and Stephanie was too busy making her uncle the center of her world. She felt lousy calling her grandmother by her first name, but she thought of the way the woman had encouraged a marriage between her father and the haughty, high maintenance witch who killed her mother and shook her head.
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Post by GIOVANNA on May 13, 2010 15:42:20 GMT -5
Starbucks The Same Time
Ally shoved her private thoughts aside and focused on the papers in front of her. It had taken some doing, but she had copies of the tax returns for the company, dating back to 1987 until now, and she had all the financial reports that tracked the income level of the company. She heard for years from the witch and her grandmother that Brooke brought the company down, and she didn't see it. She never hurt for anything, and no one in her family did. They all lived in mansions and if the company was in such bad shape, why didn't their lifestyles reflect it? So she took an accounting class and did well. She did so well that her high school let her test out of her math classes and take accounting at UCLA. She had aced parts one and two, so now she was taking financial accounting and intermediate accounting.
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Post by GIOVANNA on May 13, 2010 18:21:47 GMT -5
Denise's Office Noon
Denise sat at her desk, looking over her notes. After her meeting with Brooke, she smelled a lot of money if her new client decided to go forward. She looked at the dossier on Ridge Forrester and shook her head.
Either Brooke was a true romantic or the most thick-skinned person she had met.
This woman had made excuses and pined away over a jerk for years. She had viewed this guy in such glowing terms as "Soul mate" and "Destiny." And she had squandered relationship after relationship with worthier men for his ass. Plus she had put up with numerous attempts on her life from his mother to do it. Some might call it romantic, but Denise viewed it as a classic case of an abusive relationship.
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Post by GIOVANNA on May 13, 2010 18:33:33 GMT -5
JackieM's The Same Time
Hope sat in the reception area, leafing through a magazine. Her mind flashed back to that morning.
Brooke's House, The Kitchen
Hope sat at the breakfast table, pushing her eggs around. Her mother looked at her.
Brooke: Honey? What's wrong?
Hope sighed. Her mother had mentioned that Ridge had moved out. She didn't care, as Ridge made her uneasy, but she hated seeing her mother look so preoccupied.
Hope: Why did Ridge leave?
Brooke: I asked him to.
Hope perked up. She hated the way her mother made excuses for that idiot, and the thought if her asking him to leave was preferable to him walking out. Hopefully her mother would stick to her guns. However, she felt a bit guilty.
Brooke: I'm sorry, Honey.
Hope: It wasn't because of me, was it?
Brooke: No, of course not.
Hope: Maybe if I had ignored Steffy-
Brooke held up her hand.
Brooke: No, don't think that. It isn't your fault Steffy is being a little bitch.
Hope's eyes widened. Her mother never swore.
Hope: Are we out of the company?
Brooke: No. Look, I'm meeting with my lawyer today and I'm going to check out my options. I've busted my tail at that company and I don't see why I should be shut out.
Hope: Ok. Look, do you mind if I stop by Jackie's?
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Post by GIOVANNA on May 14, 2010 1:25:31 GMT -5
Flashback
Brooke: No, of course not.
JackieM Reception Area Present
Hope checked her watch. Damn, what am I going to say to Jackie, she thought.
The Forrester Mansion The Same Time
Donna sat at the kitchen table, a bottle of Propel in front of her. She wore a pink jogging suit, not her usual chic self. Normally she wore silk tank tops with a jacket and skirt, to present a professional image. However, today, she felt a bit under the weather. Eric had returned last night and informed her that he had let the old witch sit in jail, which she thought was a victory of sorts. Then he had left for the office and promised to return home early. She had asked him if their marriage was on shaky ground, and he had said no. After he left, she had felt nauseous, which was weird, as she was pretty healthy. She got up and felt a wave wash over her.
The Doctor's Office The Same Time
Eric Forrester rubbed the back of his neck. Man, he hated coming to the doctor, but he needed a checkup after his recent coma. His face darkened when he remembered how he had been put there. Maybe Donna is right, I need to cut Stephanie and her sister out of my life, he thought. His doctor, a man in his fifties, entered.
Eric: Well?
Doctor: You're in good shape.
Eric laughed dryly.
Eric: I hope so.
Doctor: How's the wife?
Eric: Donna's fine.
Doctor: Planning on having any more children?
Eric: No. I can't, read my file.
Doctor: Actually, that's what I want to talk to you about.
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