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Post by GIOVANNA on Sept 23, 2009 11:35:36 GMT -5
Excellent reading! Brooke needs to chill out. IMO, she is doing the right thing by taking things slow with Nick. She is over Ridge, but he has been a part of her life for so long, not having him around is going to take getting used to. For years she has let this creep dictate how she views herself, and the road to recovery is going to be a long one.
Thank God Eric spilled about BooHoo's little visit! No matter how much the little tramp tries to put her spin on it, that little boy was telling the truth. I can just see her squirm now.
“Nooooo!” Ridge moaned. He woodenly sat on the edge of the toilet seat and sat there slumped over for several minutes. Like an automaton, Ridge proceeded to flip through the magazine. He had fully expected to be humiliated when Freda Frump reported on the aborted nuptials. However, this went beyond humiliation. This was just so…cruel…just so effing cruel! Ridge thought. Nick Payne…on his knees proposing to MY woman! “And the bitch actually accepted!” Ridge growled. “She actually accepted!”
I loved this line...
"This was just so…cruel…just so effing cruel!"
Gotta love Ridge! He is so predictable. He thinks nothing of proposing to Taylor when he is pissed at Brooke, but when she does the same thing to him, she's being cruel. Besides, at least she gave him the courtesy of dumping him. Methinks Ridge is going to really step in it at the board meeting.
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Post by TINA (soapsecretary) on Sept 23, 2009 14:57:34 GMT -5
Great installments!
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Post by MissJr on Oct 12, 2009 10:43:26 GMT -5
Excellent reading! Brooke needs to chill out. IMO, she is doing the right thing by taking things slow with Nick. She is over Ridge, but he has been a part of her life for so long, not having him around is going to take getting used to. For years she has let this creep dictate how she views herself, and the road to recovery is going to be a long one.
Thank God Eric spilled about BooHoo's little visit! No matter how much the little tramp tries to put her spin on it, that little boy was telling the truth. I can just see her squirm now.
“Nooooo!” Ridge moaned. He woodenly sat on the edge of the toilet seat and sat there slumped over for several minutes. Like an automaton, Ridge proceeded to flip through the magazine. He had fully expected to be humiliated when Freda Frump reported on the aborted nuptials. However, this went beyond humiliation. This was just so…cruel…just so effing cruel! Ridge thought. Nick Payne…on his knees proposing to MY woman! “And the bitch actually accepted!” Ridge growled. “She actually accepted!”
I loved this line...
"This was just so…cruel…just so effing cruel!"
Gotta love Ridge! He is so predictable. He thinks nothing of proposing to Taylor when he is pissed at Brooke, but when she does the same thing to him, she's being cruel. Besides, at least she gave him the courtesy of dumping him. Methinks Ridge is going to really step in it at the board meeting. Gio, I'm sorry that it's taken me so long to respond. I've been very busy at work lately and haven't had much of a chance to work on either of my fan fics. I intend to post an installment later today. You are right about Ridge's predictability as well as his hypocrisy in publicly proposing to Taylor. At least Brooke and he were already kaput when Bricky got "engaged." Ridge was still supposedly in a committed relationship with Brooke, who had every reason to expect a marriage proposal. Instead, he "punished" her with the runway proposal.
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Post by MissJr on Oct 12, 2009 10:44:41 GMT -5
Great installments! Thank you, Soapsecretary! I got quite a bit behind but "real life" got in the way. I can now refocus and hopefully get back on track. Thanks again for your comments!
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Post by MissJr on Oct 12, 2009 20:29:05 GMT -5
Brooke took a deep breath and looked in consternation at Amber. She was not sure how to react at first. However, she chose to keep her voice even so as not to upset Little Eric any further. “Let me see if I got this straight. You actually told my daughter to leave my house? I’m sure you have a good explanation for that and I would love to hear it.” Brooke said. Amber looked stricken. She was afraid this would happen! “I know what it sounds like, but it wasn’t like that!” She attempted to explain in a halting voice. “You see, she grabbed her bag and nastily told me she was going to leave anyway, but I—well—I kind of urged her to keep stepping.” “Amber, I don’t know any more than I knew before. I had no idea that Bridget even stopped by yesterday. She certainly didn’t follow up with any kind of phone call. Now, what happened? And, why is this baby so upset with Bridget?” Brooke asked as she slightly nodded her head in Little Eric’s direction. “The moment I walked through the door, she practically attacked me.” Amber explained. “Why would Bridget attack you?” Brooke skeptically asked. “That’s just it, Brooke. I honestly have no idea what happened or why. All I know is that she was waiting in the living room when Little Eric and I returned from his visit with Deacon. She seemed to be deliberately provoking me, like she was just looking for a fight. Things just escalated especially when she started questioning my loyalty to Rick. And, I might as well tell you that I did rag on her a bit about the fact that she wasn’t here with the rest of the family when all that stuff went down with Ridge. Oh and there’s something else,” Amber said in a small voice. “What’s that?” Brooke asked with a raised eyebrow. “I got in her face a little bit about her lonely life and—um—bed,” Amber admitted. Better to get it out there now than to have Bridget tattling and exaggerating everything.“You did what?!” Brooke demanded, feeling her temper rise. Amber squirmed and braced herself for the tongue-lashing she knew was coming. Little Eric reacted nervously and gripped Brooke’s neck tightly. Mindful of her mood, Brooke gently caressed Little Eric’s back and cooed soothing words into his ear. Inwardly, however, she was fuming. Truth be told, she was angrier with herself than she was with Amber. This was all her fault, Brooke thought guiltily. Because of her actions, her daughter had been deprived of ever having a reasonably healthy relationship with a worthy young man. She knew that Bridget had a barely concealed contempt for her. Now, it appeared that Bridget had turned her rage onto the unwitting Amber. “Brooke, I’m sorry,” Amber whispered. “No— I’m sorry. This thing that happened with you and Bridget yesterday is my responsibility.” A guilt-stricken Brooke said. Amber was genuinely shocked. She scrunched her face in confusion. “But…but…I don’t understand. I know it seems like I’m trying to put my own spin on things, but Bridget was the aggressor.” “Amber, there is something bigger going on with Bridget—and me—and you just happened to get caught in the crossfire. Even worse, your son felt threatened.” “You don’t owe me any explanations,” Amber tried to reassure Brooke. “No matter what happened between you two, Bridget should have been here to support you.” She insisted. Brooke could not help the small smile that crossed her face. However, her expression turned somber again. “That she came at all is encouraging,” she said softly. “What happened between you and Bridget—it’s bad, isn’t it?” Amber quietly asked. “It’s as bad as it gets,” Brooke quietly acknowledged. “I told Rick that I would talk to you and him about it.” “Maybe, this is something you should talk to Rick about this alone,” Amber suggested. “No—I want you there, Amber, when I tell him. When I reveal what happened between me and Bridget, your husband is going to need your support.” _______________ Darla stood on the deck of Thorne’s spacious Malibu beach house and took in the salty morning air. With a cup of caffeine-free ginger tea in her hand, she was mesmerized by the ocean’s waves. She sighed deeply as she reflected on her current situation. Although she was glad that Thorne decided to step up and help her parent their baby, Darla was overcome with feelings of guilt. That her own good fortune came at the expense of her best friend was not something she could celebrate. When Macy lived here as Thorne’s wife, Darla was a frequent visitor. She thought about the parties and intimate foursomes with Thorne and Macy and some of the eligible bachelors they always tried to fix her up with. She remembered the many evenings she sat out here on this very deck with Macy as they talked into the night, sharing their innermost secrets and dreams. Now, through a twist of fate, she was actually living in her former friend’s home. The only difference was that Thorne had loved Macy; she had been invited to move in with Thorne out of a sense of obligation. Although Thorne had convinced her that it was the right thing to do, Darla was eaten up by guilt nonetheless. Truth be told, she missed her old friend terribly and she especially missed Sally. How she would have loved to have been able to share her pregnancy with her two friends!She continued to stare out at the ocean and did not hear the patio door slide open. Nor did she hear Thorne walk onto the deck. When he reached her, Darla was startled. “Oh!” Darla cried, nearly jumping out of her skin. “I’m sorry,” Thorne apologized. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” “It’s alright. I was, um, deep in thought,” Darla explained with a smile. “Care to share?” Thorne politely asked. “Oh, it’s nothing heavy. I was just thinking about this interesting journey I’ve embarked on. I can’t believe that I’m even here right now.” Darla said. “Let me guess. You’re not quite willing to accept that you’re living in what used to be my and Macy’s home.” Thorne said perceptively. Darla laughed softly. “Correct-o-mundo!” “You don’t want to leave, do you?” A worried Thorne asked with a furrowed brow, as he took Darla’s free hand into his own. Darla shook her head in the negative. “No, it’s not that. It’s just that I don’t feel as if I deserve all this. I feel bad for feeling so much joy about this baby. I love being here, Thorne, and I am grateful that you invited me to move in. But, how could I feel good about this when it comes at Macy’s expense?” “Darla, you’ve been through so much in the last few months. You deserve to have the baby in a stress-free environment. If you’re worried about upsetting Macy and Sally, I think that should be the least of your concerns.” Thorne said. “This is your home now.” “I know,” Darla said as she rubbed her stomach. “I can’t wait to take him---or her—for a walk on the beach.” “Me neither,” Thorne agreed. Instinctively, he placed his hand over Darla’s stomach. “By the way, do you have any preference—for the baby’s sex, I mean?” “Oh, I don’t know. Until I had the sonogram, I hadn’t really given it much thought. But, I think a little girl that I could dress up in pretty dresses would be my preference. Of course, I will still love our child if it was a little boy. You know, you have to show me your baby pictures sometime so I can get a general idea of what our child might look like!” Darla said with a tinkling laugh. Thorne could not help laughing also. “Well, my parents have quite a few photo albums. And, just so you know, there is a bare-bottomed picture of me out there somewhere on a rug. They’ve held it over my head for years!” Darla giggled. “Oh, gosh! I would love to see that!” “Do you know that in the summer of 1967, my parents took us to the beach for a family outing, and that I streaked as naked as a jaybird along the shoreline?” “You mean, just like the little girl in the old Coppertone ads? I bet you were so cute and adorable!” Darla laughed. “Well, you’ll have to be the judge of that; my parents took some home movies and slides of that particular event!” Thorne commented. “By the way, I hope we have a little girl also—one with a head full of blond curls. She’ll have your quirky sense of humor and she will be as cute as a little button just like her mom.” “Just as long as she’s healthy, Thorne. That’s all I care about,” Darla sighed contentedly, as she placed her hand over Thorne’s as he massaged her belly. _______________ A sharp, searing pain tore through Ridge’s abdomen, causing him to grip his stomach and to cry out in agony. He was overcome by waves of nausea, and he struggled to keep the bile down that threatened to erupt from his throat at any moment. “Logan, how could you? Why would you?” Ridge repeatedly asked. They had barely broken up and she was already engaged! He read the inside headline above the article, which asked: NEW LOVE FOR BROOKE LOGAN? Unexpectedly, bitter tears immediately sprang to his eyes and he quickly wiped them away in anger. However, he was not sure if his tears were an involuntary reaction to the sudden pain in his midsection, or if his tears were in reaction to Brooke and Nick’s “engagement.” Doubled over, Ridge moaned in a low voice and took several deep breaths. “Effing Nick Payne!” Ridge managed to groan through gritted teeth. “I hate that scumbag with the heat of a thousand suns!” Ridge then began to sob—hysterical, terrier-like yelps that sounded like a dog whose tail had been stepped on. Where was that strange noise coming from? Ridge wondered. He wept bitterly for five long minutes like a spoiled child whose carelessly discarded toy had been abruptly snatched by another child. When the storm of weeping and wailing passed, Ridge was shocked and embarrassed to discover that he was the source of those strange noises. What in the world was wrong with him? Where was his dignity? Why was he—one of the hottest men in Los Angeles—sitting in the powder room crying like a little bitch? And, over a duplicitous tramp like Brooke? Ridge contemptuously wondered. He sighed heavily. “Man, this is so embarrassing!” Hadn’t he just bragged to Massimo that he wouldn’t touch the tramp again after Popeye had been all up in it? “And, yet, here I am, crying over a woman who isn’t even worth it!” Ridge scoffed. He wanted to ignore the article and its implications. And, yet … there it was: A full-color picture on the inside of the magazine of Brooke and Nick passionately embracing and kissing one another. Could the message have been any clearer? The realization that Brooke could, indeed, move on rather quickly was a deep puncture wound to his ego. Nor, did it help that Freda Frump’s poison pen painted such an unflattering picture of the aborted wedding and of Ridge himself. Old bitch! Here, I invited her to this classy affair at my house, and she turns around and stabs me in the back!Ridge was so emotionally overwrought that he missed the irony in how Brooke was able to move on with relative ease with hardly a backwards glance—a skill that he, himself, had perfected. That Brooke would now turn around and do this to him was unimaginable. Ridge stood and turned on the faucet. He slowly removed his jacket and hung it on the doorknob. He unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves. Careful not to get his clothing wet, he gingerly splashed some cold water onto his face. He then grabbed one of the decorative tea towels and wiped his face with it, heedlessly tossing the towel onto the floor. Ridge looked in the mirror and frowned as another question dawned on him: “Who put this rag in here?” He immediately ruled out Catherine and the children, as they knew better. He then ruled out Bridget. Although her she had her motives, she would have never deliberately hurt him like this. Plus, she was long gone. That left only two people—his mother and Massimo. Ridge instinctively knew Massimo was not behind this. Although the man could be a real son of a bitch, he typically took a more direct approach in expressing his displeasure. Oh, hell no; this had his mother’s sneaky, conniving footprints all over it, Ridge decided. “Of all the despicable, lowdown…” Ridge angrily asked. He reached for his jacket and removed his cell phone from the inside pocket. Without having to think about it, he pressed the three numbers—169 [spelling C-O-W]—that would immediately connect him to his mother. _______________
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Post by GIOVANNA on Oct 12, 2009 22:27:35 GMT -5
Awesome! Well worth the wait.
Poor Darla! Even though she has the support of Thorne and his sisters, my heart is breaking for her as she does not have Sally or Macy to share her joy with. I know she is happy about the baby, but it is sad that she is feeling bad because she cannot enjoy her happiness due to her feeling she got it at the expense of Macy.
I hope Amber doesn't freak out over Brooke's news, as I am enjoying their friendship.
As for Ridge, his priorities are screwed up. He should be preparing for work, but no, here he is, ready to call his mommy and whine. Moron. I hope Hag tears him a new asshole.
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Post by MissJr on Oct 13, 2009 13:19:28 GMT -5
Awesome! Well worth the wait.
Poor Darla! Even though she has the support of Thorne and his sisters, my heart is breaking for her as she does not have Sally or Macy to share her joy with. I know she is happy about the baby, but it is sad that she is feeling bad because she cannot enjoy her happiness due to her feeling she got it at the expense of Macy.
I hope Amber doesn't freak out over Brooke's news, as I am enjoying their friendship.
As for Ridge, his priorities are screwed up. He should be preparing for work, but no, here he is, ready to call his mommy and whine. Moron. I hope Hag tears him a new asshole. Poor Darla, indeed! Although she will rightly never consider her little one a mistake, she is still having a difficult time letting go of her guilt. Sally and Macy were the closest thing to a family that she had, and now that is gone. It remains to be seen how Amber will react to Brooke's revelation especially in light of how she secretly feels about Deacon. Will she resent that Brooke "got there first?" or will she be a stand-up gal and put her own feelings aside to emotionally support her husband? Girl, I can't believe you used Ridge and priorities in the same sentence! He should be very careful about pissing mama off especially now that she's gotten a good night's sleep and has gotten her second wind. Nor, does it help that Ridge has been rude and downright hateful toward her. Stephanie's not one to take "abuse" for long!
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Post by sugarpie on Oct 13, 2009 16:48:54 GMT -5
OMG, it WAS worth the wait.........Lovin' it...... ;D
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Post by MissJr on Oct 14, 2009 15:34:11 GMT -5
OMG, it WAS worth the wait.........Lovin' it...... ;D Thanks, Sugar! I'm slowly feeling my way back! ;D
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Post by MissJr on Oct 14, 2009 16:10:06 GMT -5
Stephanie stepped onto the private elevator, which would take her directly from Massimo’s penthouse to the underground parking garage. Beautifully dressed in a richly textured classic gray bouclé dress with roll neck and cap sleeves and a pair of crocodile pumps complemented by a matching purse, she exuded the understated elegance one associated with old money and good taste. In keeping with her style of dress, Stephanie chose to keep her jewelry simple. She absolutely hated gaudy jewelry and typically found herself cringing at the way some people—particularly the nouveau riche—openly flaunted their wealth for all to see. Looking down at her Cartier Tank Francaise stainless steel and 18K-gold wristwitch, Stephanie made note of the time. She hoped she could catch Thorne at home before she headed off to run some errands. Stephanie knew she should have called first, but she preferred the element of surprise in this instance. Whatever Thorne was up to, she wanted to catch him at it red handed and before he could formulate an excuse for his behavior. As the elevator continued its descent, Stephanie looked at her watch again and shivered in genuine fear. Her cornflower blue eyes briefly glazed over when she recalled a particular paragraph from Eric’s Petition for Divorce: The parties have marital property, including but not limited to jewelry, bank accounts, investment accounts, money market accounts, real estate, businesses, partnerships, LLC’s, furniture, furnishings, boats, automobiles and other vehicles, some of which are titled in the joint names of the parties and others of which are titled in the name of Plaintiff or Defendant separately. Said marital property is subject to equitable distribution by this Court. Stephanie recalled her outrage when she read that passage. It was apparent to her that Eric intended that she not keep anything—not even her jewelry. He had already kicked her out of the business she helped to build, as well as her home. What else did that vindictive bastard intend to take from her? She wondered. Instinctively, she placed a protective hand over her watch as if she expected Eric’s lawyers or some vengeful judge to swoop into the elevator and snatch it off her wrist at any moment. Thank God she stayed with Massimo last night, she thought. Stephanie figured that at the rate Eric was going, a tow trunk would have come onto Ridge’s property and whisked her car away while she slept the night away. “That kind of vindictiveness certainly isn’t unheard of,” Stephanie muttered with a frown. Would she have to worry about Eric denying her access to all of their joint accounts? Would he dare to humiliate her by cutting off her membership privileges at the Beverly Hills Country Club? And, what about the luxury suite at the Staples Center, along with the season tickets to the Lakers games? Truth be told, Stephanie could have cared less about some basketball games or the Lakers franchise. All she could remember were stories of former wives who had to give up their rights to season tickets and the other privileges that came with owning a luxury suite. She knew that these items were also considered marital property and that the court could either let Eric have them, or the court could decide that they should split everything evenly. She was also well aware of estranged wives who went to the bank or attempted to move investment funds around only to receive a rude awakening. Stephanie felt her pressure rising and willed herself to keep her cool. For the first time, she was seeing the wisdom of Massimo’s advice that she should hire an attorney and focus on the divorce suit, as well as the attending civil lawsuit against her and Ridge. She knew Massimo was right, and she knew that she still had not fully read everything in that packet that that “Cherry bitch” had served on her. However, to Stephanie’s warped way of thinking, if she could just simply ignore the divorce petition, the divorce simply would not take place. That included any property distribution. As for the civil lawsuit, well… “Maybe I’ll focus on that,” Stephanie conceded. She and her son labored for too many years and for too long to be kicked out of Forrester Creations like riffraff. Once she was done with Thorne, Stephanie knew what she had to do. Her first order of business was to stop by the banks and do what she could to ensure that she still had access to funds. If that meant moving some money around and setting up a separate account for herself, then so be it. She would also contact her broker to do something similar with the investment accounts. “Yeah, Eric,” Stephanie murmured as the elevator came to a stop. “I saw Waiting to Exhale! There is no way in hell you’re going to have me crying because you cut me off financially. You picked the wrong woman to pull that stunt on!” _______________ “I hope everything is okay today,” Dr. Vikram Singh pointedly said. “I realize that your family was in crisis, but we really could have used you around here yesterday.” Bridget merely rolled her eyes and pursed her lips. Dr. Singh, a brilliant gastroenterologist, was Bridget’s immediate supervisor and he had “accosted” her barely 2 seconds after she stepped into the doctor’s lounge. When she called in the day before to request time off due to a family emergency, Bridget knew that Dr. Singh was upset. However, she thought he would get over it. Bridget rolled her eyes again. Instead of letting her do her job, he was now lecturing her and she didn’t appreciate it. “Well, as I said,” Bridget huffily stated, “it really couldn’t be helped. Like I said, it was an emergency.” However, Dr. Singh remained unmoved, as he was well aware of the nature of the family emergency as was the rest of Los Angeles. “Well, Bridget, to put things in perspective, we had several emergencies here yesterday and several families in crisis. When I apprised you of the 7-car pileup on the Los Angeles Freeway yesterday afternoon, you still chose not to come in. Even when I alerted you that all of the victims were being brought here for treatment—some in critical condition—you couldn’t be bothered to come in. We really could have used every pair of hands, and we worked around the clock to ensure that the accident victims received the best care possible. And that was on top of the other emergencies we had to deal with. Thankfully, there were no fatalities.” Bridget merely shrugged. “Well, as you said, Dr. Singh, there were no fatalities. So I fail to see how my being here would have made that much of a difference anyway.” She did not mean to sound so flippant about Dr. Singh’s concerns, but the moment she decided that being at Ridge’s house to greet him was much more important, wild horses couldn’t have dragged her in here. However, Dr. Singh was appalled by Bridget’s nonchalant attitude and lack of empathy. “It so happens that one of your colleagues had to pull a double shift yesterday to compensate for your absence,” he said frostily. “In addition, a couple of our residents were scheduled to be off yesterday, but had to drop what they were doing and race back here to the hospital. They were here all night." “Oh,” Bridget replied in a small voice. Initially, it was on the tip of her tongue to remind Dr. Singh that that was the nature of their practice. However, she chose not to go there, as she knew better. “Um, are you going to write me up?” Bridget nervously asked as she picked at her cuticles. “No, Bridget, I’m not going to write you up,” Dr. Singh responded. “You know, we accepted you into this program because you are hard working and smart. Not only do you have a great work ethic, but you also have a wonderful bedside manner as well as a great deal of empathy for the patients. That is something that cannot be duplicated. What happened yesterday was very uncharacteristic for you. That’s why it bothers me when you so carelessly shirk your duties. Let’s just hope it doesn’t happen again.” Dr. Singh admonished. “It won’t,” Bridget claimed. “I’m certain that it won’t,” Dr. Singh reiterated. “Your schedule is on the board, and you’ll be doing rounds today with Dr. Carl Levin. And, you will be working a double shift today. Oh, and I would also suggest that you personally thank your colleagues for filling in for you yesterday.” Dr. Singh said as he headed toward the door of the lounge. A shamefaced Bridget watched him leave. As she put on her white coat, she sighed heavily. She had no one to blame for the dressing down she received but herself, she thought. “How could I have been so stupid?” Bridget asked. She was so busy running in behind Ridge that she messed around and almost lost the best job she ever had. However, it was her angst over Ridge that led her to the park yesterday and caused her to see her brother’s wife shamelessly betraying him. And, now she had to worry about developing a reputation for being reliable because she was allowing yet another personal matter to interfere with her job. However, Bridget told herself that she had scheduled her appointments with the private investigators for her lunch hour. Yet, given what just happened with Dr. Singh, it was clear to Bridget that she might not have an hour to spare. She briefly wavered and seriously considered canceling the appointments altogether. After all, if Rick’s wife was cheating on him, he was bound to find out sooner or later without any help from her, Bridget reasoned. Unfortunately, the need to be proven right about Amber and Deacon trumped any common sense Bridget had. She did not know how she was going to do it, but she was determined to retain an investigator before the day was over—even if she had to meet with them between rounds. _______________ Stephanie stopped at the end of the driveway before carefully merging her car into the downtown Los Angeles traffic. After several lights, she pulled onto the Pacific Coast Highway exit ramp only to be hit with a traffic tie-up. Stephanie cursed in frustration. Always a careful driver, she was forced to slam onto her brakes when another driver heedlessly squeezed her car into the narrow space between Stephanie’s car and the car in front of her. “Unbelievable!” She hissed. “Like, why did she have to move her ass into my lane?” As traffic continued at a crawl, Stephanie’s cell phone rang causing her already taut nerves to become even more so. Keeping an eye on the vehicle in front of her, Stephanie reached for her cell phone and she quickly read the LCD display: “BABY BOY” Her face split into a delightfully diabolical grin and then she burst out laughing. “I’ve got him!” She yelled in triumph. _______________
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Post by GIOVANNA on Oct 15, 2009 13:34:45 GMT -5
Stephanie felt her pressure rising and willed herself to keep her cool. For the first time, she was seeing the wisdom of Massimo’s advice that she should hire an attorney and focus on the divorce suit, as well as the attending civil lawsuit against her and Ridge. She knew Massimo was right, and she knew that she still had not fully read everything in that packet that that “Cherry bitch” had served on her. However, to Stephanie’s warped way of thinking, if she could just simply ignore the divorce petition, the divorce simply would not take place. That included any property distribution. As for the civil lawsuit, well… “Maybe I’ll focus on that,” Stephanie conceded. She and her son labored for too many years and for too long to be kicked out of Forrester Creations like riffraff._______________ “I hope everything is okay today,” Dr. Vikram Singh pointedly said. “I realize that your family was in crisis, but we really could have used you around here yesterday.” Bridget merely rolled her eyes and pursed her lips. Dr. Singh, a brilliant gastroenterologist, was Bridget’s immediate supervisor and he had “accosted” her barely 2 seconds after she stepped into the doctor’s lounge. When she called in the day before to request time off due to a family emergency, Bridget knew that Dr. Singh was upset. However, she thought he would get over it. Bridget rolled her eyes again. Instead of letting her do her job, he was now lecturing her and she didn’t appreciate it.“Well, as I said,” Bridget huffily stated, “it really couldn’t be helped. Like I said, it was an emergency.”However, Dr. Singh remained unmoved, as he was well aware of the nature of the family emergency as was the rest of Los Angeles. “Well, Bridget, to put things in perspective, we had several emergencies here yesterday and several families in crisis. When I apprised you of the 7-car pileup on the Los Angeles Freeway yesterday afternoon, you still chose not to come in. Even when I alerted you that all of the victims were being brought here for treatment—some in critical condition—you couldn’t be bothered to come in. We really could have used every pair of hands, and we worked around the clock to ensure that the accident victims received the best care possible. And that was on top of the other emergencies we had to deal with. Thankfully, there were no fatalities.” Bridget merely shrugged. “Well, as you said, Dr. Singh, there were no fatalities. So I fail to see how my being here would have made that much of a difference anyway.” She did not mean to sound so flippant about Dr. Singh’s concerns, but the moment she decided that being at Ridge’s house to greet him was much more important, wild horses couldn’t have dragged her in here.However, Dr. Singh was appalled by Bridget’s nonchalant attitude and lack of empathy. “It so happens that one of your colleagues had to pull a double shift yesterday to compensate for your absence,” he said frostily. “In addition, a couple of our residents were scheduled to be off yesterday, but had to drop what they were doing and race back here to the hospital. They were here all night." “Oh,” Bridget replied in a small voice. Initially, it was on the tip of her tongue to remind Dr. Singh that that was the nature of their practice. However, she chose not to go there, as she knew better. “Um, are you going to write me up?” Bridget nervously asked as she picked at her cuticles. “No, Bridget, I’m not going to write you up,” Dr. Singh responded. “You know, we accepted you into this program because you are hard working and smart. Not only do you have a great work ethic, but you also have a wonderful bedside manner as well as a great deal of empathy for the patients. That is something that cannot be duplicated. What happened yesterday was very uncharacteristic for you. That’s why it bothers me when you so carelessly shirk your duties. Let’s just hope it doesn’t happen again.” Dr. Singh admonished. “It won’t,” Bridget claimed. “I’m certain that it won’t,” Dr. Singh reiterated. “Your schedule is on the board, and you’ll be doing rounds today with Dr. Carl Levin. And, you will be working a double shift today. Oh, and I would also suggest that you personally thank your colleagues for filling in for you yesterday.” Dr. Singh said as he headed toward the door of the lounge. A shamefaced Bridget watched him leave. As she put on her white coat, she sighed heavily. She had no one to blame for the dressing down she received but herself, she thought. “How could I have been so stupid?” Bridget asked. She was so busy running in behind Ridge that she messed around and almost lost the best job she ever had. However, it was her angst over Ridge that led her to the park yesterday and caused her to see her brother’s wife shamelessly betraying him. And, now she had to worry about developing a reputation for being reliable because she was allowing yet another personal matter to interfere with her job. However, Bridget told herself that she had scheduled her appointments with the private investigators for her lunch hour. Yet, given what just happened with Dr. Singh, it was clear to Bridget that she might not have an hour to spare. She briefly wavered and seriously considered canceling the appointments altogether. After all, if Rick’s wife was cheating on him, he was bound to find out sooner or later without any help from her, Bridget reasoned. Unfortunately, the need to be proven right about Amber and Deacon trumped any common sense Bridget had. She did not know how she was going to do it, but she was determined to retain an investigator before the day was over—even if she had to meet with them between rounds. _______________ As traffic continued at a crawl, Stephanie’s cell phone rang causing her already taut nerves to become even more so. Keeping an eye on the vehicle in front of her, Stephanie reached for her cell phone and she quickly read the LCD display: “BABY BOY” Her face split into a delightfully diabolical grin and then she burst out laughing. “I’ve got him!” She yelled in triumph. _______________ Excellent reading! ;D ;D
Bridgette has got to be the most self-absorbed person out there. Explain to me how her mother's aborted wedding is an emergency. Oh, I forgot, Ridge being dumped at the altar is an emergency. Dr. Singh is a better boss than I would be, as I would have written her up right there. And I find her attitude appalling. Rolling her eyes was not cool. Notice how blase she is until it looks like her ass is going to be reprimanded. And of course she would drop everything the minute Ridge had a crisis. Three guesses on if she finishes her shift before she starts digging for dirt on Amber.
And Hag is a trip! IMO, Eric should just let her have her jewelry and be done with it. Of course she thinks ingoring the petition will make it go away. And her main concern is the civil suit and making sure her brat stays at FC, even though it is too late. She should be grateful that Eric manned up back in the day, as she and her whelp enjoyed a free ride. Her glee at Ridge calling her back made me roll my eyes. I'm guessing her visit to Thorne will have to wait.
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Post by MissJr on Oct 16, 2009 12:03:05 GMT -5
Stephanie felt her pressure rising and willed herself to keep her cool. For the first time, she was seeing the wisdom of Massimo’s advice that she should hire an attorney and focus on the divorce suit, as well as the attending civil lawsuit against her and Ridge. She knew Massimo was right, and she knew that she still had not fully read everything in that packet that that “Cherry bitch” had served on her. However, to Stephanie’s warped way of thinking, if she could just simply ignore the divorce petition, the divorce simply would not take place. That included any property distribution. As for the civil lawsuit, well… “Maybe I’ll focus on that,” Stephanie conceded. She and her son labored for too many years and for too long to be kicked out of Forrester Creations like riffraff._______________ “I hope everything is okay today,” Dr. Vikram Singh pointedly said. “I realize that your family was in crisis, but we really could have used you around here yesterday.” Bridget merely rolled her eyes and pursed her lips. Dr. Singh, a brilliant gastroenterologist, was Bridget’s immediate supervisor and he had “accosted” her barely 2 seconds after she stepped into the doctor’s lounge. When she called in the day before to request time off due to a family emergency, Bridget knew that Dr. Singh was upset. However, she thought he would get over it. Bridget rolled her eyes again. Instead of letting her do her job, he was now lecturing her and she didn’t appreciate it.“Well, as I said,” Bridget huffily stated, “it really couldn’t be helped. Like I said, it was an emergency.”However, Dr. Singh remained unmoved, as he was well aware of the nature of the family emergency as was the rest of Los Angeles. “Well, Bridget, to put things in perspective, we had several emergencies here yesterday and several families in crisis. When I apprised you of the 7-car pileup on the Los Angeles Freeway yesterday afternoon, you still chose not to come in. Even when I alerted you that all of the victims were being brought here for treatment—some in critical condition—you couldn’t be bothered to come in. We really could have used every pair of hands, and we worked around the clock to ensure that the accident victims received the best care possible. And that was on top of the other emergencies we had to deal with. Thankfully, there were no fatalities.” Bridget merely shrugged. “Well, as you said, Dr. Singh, there were no fatalities. So I fail to see how my being here would have made that much of a difference anyway.” She did not mean to sound so flippant about Dr. Singh’s concerns, but the moment she decided that being at Ridge’s house to greet him was much more important, wild horses couldn’t have dragged her in here.However, Dr. Singh was appalled by Bridget’s nonchalant attitude and lack of empathy. “It so happens that one of your colleagues had to pull a double shift yesterday to compensate for your absence,” he said frostily. “In addition, a couple of our residents were scheduled to be off yesterday, but had to drop what they were doing and race back here to the hospital. They were here all night." “Oh,” Bridget replied in a small voice. Initially, it was on the tip of her tongue to remind Dr. Singh that that was the nature of their practice. However, she chose not to go there, as she knew better. “Um, are you going to write me up?” Bridget nervously asked as she picked at her cuticles. “No, Bridget, I’m not going to write you up,” Dr. Singh responded. “You know, we accepted you into this program because you are hard working and smart. Not only do you have a great work ethic, but you also have a wonderful bedside manner as well as a great deal of empathy for the patients. That is something that cannot be duplicated. What happened yesterday was very uncharacteristic for you. That’s why it bothers me when you so carelessly shirk your duties. Let’s just hope it doesn’t happen again.” Dr. Singh admonished. “It won’t,” Bridget claimed. “I’m certain that it won’t,” Dr. Singh reiterated. “Your schedule is on the board, and you’ll be doing rounds today with Dr. Carl Levin. And, you will be working a double shift today. Oh, and I would also suggest that you personally thank your colleagues for filling in for you yesterday.” Dr. Singh said as he headed toward the door of the lounge. A shamefaced Bridget watched him leave. As she put on her white coat, she sighed heavily. She had no one to blame for the dressing down she received but herself, she thought. “How could I have been so stupid?” Bridget asked. She was so busy running in behind Ridge that she messed around and almost lost the best job she ever had. However, it was her angst over Ridge that led her to the park yesterday and caused her to see her brother’s wife shamelessly betraying him. And, now she had to worry about developing a reputation for being reliable because she was allowing yet another personal matter to interfere with her job. However, Bridget told herself that she had scheduled her appointments with the private investigators for her lunch hour. Yet, given what just happened with Dr. Singh, it was clear to Bridget that she might not have an hour to spare. She briefly wavered and seriously considered canceling the appointments altogether. After all, if Rick’s wife was cheating on him, he was bound to find out sooner or later without any help from her, Bridget reasoned. Unfortunately, the need to be proven right about Amber and Deacon trumped any common sense Bridget had. She did not know how she was going to do it, but she was determined to retain an investigator before the day was over—even if she had to meet with them between rounds. _______________ As traffic continued at a crawl, Stephanie’s cell phone rang causing her already taut nerves to become even more so. Keeping an eye on the vehicle in front of her, Stephanie reached for her cell phone and she quickly read the LCD display: “BABY BOY” Her face split into a delightfully diabolical grin and then she burst out laughing. “I’ve got him!” She yelled in triumph. _______________ Excellent reading! ;D ;D
Bridgette has got to be the most self-absorbed person out there. Explain to me how her mother's aborted wedding is an emergency. Oh, I forgot, Ridge being dumped at the altar is an emergency. Dr. Singh is a better boss than I would be, as I would have written her up right there. And I find her attitude appalling. Rolling her eyes was not cool. Notice how blase she is until it looks like her ass is going to be reprimanded. And of course she would drop everything the minute Ridge had a crisis. Three guesses on if she finishes her shift before she starts digging for dirt on Amber.
And Hag is a trip! IMO, Eric should just let her have her jewelry and be done with it. Of course she thinks ingoring the petition will make it go away. And her main concern is the civil suit and making sure her brat stays at FC, even though it is too late. She should be grateful that Eric manned up back in the day, as she and her whelp enjoyed a free ride. Her glee at Ridge calling her back made me roll my eyes. I'm guessing her visit to Thorne will have to wait.Giovanna, I can't argue with you about Bridget's self-absorption. The only reason she bothered to go to Brooke's house at all was because she was embarrassed by Ridge's rejection of her. Had Ridge given her an ounce of encouragement, she wouldn't have made the effort. And, she can squeeze in some time to meet with private investigators to have Amber followed, but can't find 2 seconds to check up on her dad. Stephanie is beyond ridiculous. It's not as if she hasn't been divorced before. She tried ignoring the first divorce and dragged it out so that Rick was born out of wedlock. Well, we saw how that worked out for her. Now, she's at it again! And, all because she thinks Eric is having an affair with the process server. Stephanie's relationship with Ridge is just sick. It's a co-dependent one, and they don't think twice about manipulating each other. That any woman wants to marry into that is frightening. Thorne should just be grateful that he was always under his mother's radar.
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Post by MissJr on Oct 17, 2009 23:14:57 GMT -5
Dear Mrs. Forrester,
As I am sure you are aware by now, this firm has been retained to represent the interests of your husband, Eric Forrester, in your domestic relations matter, as well as the issues pertaining to your professional relationship with Forrester Creations. Accordingly, we urge you to seek legal counsel immediately and to have your representatives contact us so that we can work together to formulate an amicable resolution.
As a housekeeping matter, enclosed is Mr. Forrester’s personal check payable to you in the amount of $10,000.00. Please note that this is the first installment in fulfillment of his obligations to you under the Postnuptial Agreement. We also ask that you abide by and honor the letter and the spirit of the Postnuptial Agreement.
While Mr. Forrester obviously wishes you well and cares about your wellbeing, he cannot and will not tolerate a repeat of the type of behavior you exhibited in his office yesterday. While Mr. Forrester cannot control your actions, he must protect himself, the rest of his family and the employees of Forrester Creations from your outrageous conduct and your truly terrifying rages. Although you have been served with an order that prohibits you from entering the premises of Forrester Creations for any reason, we must reiterate our demand that you not attempt to enter Forrester Creations or show up at any of its subsidiaries or boutiques. This directive applies to your son, Ridge, as well. Given your violent outbursts and threats, we are also demanding that you do not harass or attempt to contact Forrester Creations’ employees, staffers or independent contractors such as security personnel. Your failure or refusal to abide by the injunction order will be met with immediate and swift action, including but not limited to, the issuance of a warrant for your arrest as well as a rule to show cause as to why you should not be held in contempt. This will be your only and final warning. Any personal belongings you left behind at Forrester Creations will be sent to you or your designated representatives.
We urge you again to have your counsel to contact us immediately to commence settlement negotiations so that you and Mr. Forrester can get on with your lives. However, if you wish to proceed without legal representation, please let us know and we will deal with you directly.
Respectfully,
Sherman Douglas Eric nodded in satisfaction when he read the draft letter his attorneys prepared for transmittal to Stephanie. The letter was emailed to him for his review and approval, and he quickly typed a reply email advising that the letter was okay to send. The previous evening, Eric dropped off a $10,000.00 check to his attorneys. The letter, along with the check, would be couriered to Stephanie at Ridge’s house. As far as Eric knew, this was Stephanie’s last known address. Eric knew that Stephanie would never agree to move into a hotel or to even rent something temporarily. There was the beach house she had gifted to Taylor; however, it was currently occupied by a new tenant. Eric also knew that he was in for a fight as far as the house was concerned. Normally, he would have gladly vacated the house for her sake. Now, it was a matter of principle and he was digging in his heels. Given Stephanie’s stubbornness, Eric tried to calculate how many more of these $10,000.00 payments he would be obligated to make. He was quite certain that she would not be without a roof over her head and he figured that the monthly payments would enable Stephanie to continue to live in the lifestyle to which she had always been accustomed. Eric had no intention of raiding their joint accounts or denying Stephanie access to funds. He had no intention of cutting off her credit cards. The statements would still be sent to his accountant, who would, in turn, pay the bills in full. Nor, did Eric care about the country club membership or any of the other trappings of wealth that his wife felt were necessary to maintain her Beverly Hills wife lifestyle. “ There should be no reason for her to hit you up for more money,” Eric’s attorney had advised him. Eric nodded in agreement. His lawyers did not mind Eric maintaining the status quo; however, he cautioned him not to overdo it. “ Remember what I told you—no good deed goes unpunished. Be generous if you must, but don’t give away the store.” Again, Eric agreed. He knew his wife well enough to know that she would misconstrue his generosity and use it as a bargaining chip. However much this divorce ended up costing him, Eric considered it money well spent to finally rid himself of an albatross that had been an emotional drain for years. _______________ In his sleeveless undershirt and black denim jeans, Deacon presented a picture of raw sensuality. Over a cup of black coffee, he methodically worked his way through the real estate section of The Los Angeles Times. Deacon had prepared a rudimentary financial worksheet with rough estimates of his current living expenses. His worksheet also contained what he called a “wish list” of anticipated expenses. After what happened with Amber in the park yesterday, he had every expectation that they, along with their son, would be a family. However, Deacon wanted to have all his ducks in a row first. Deacon was ever mindful that Amber and Little Eric were currently living in a Beverly Hills mansion. He wanted no lapse in their lifestyle if he could help it. Deacon chuckled richly. “I know my baby like the back of my hand!” He laughed. “Amber might be miserably married to that Forrester wimp, but no way in hell is she stepping foot out of that house unless everything is on point.” At the top of Deacon’s “wish list” was a luxury apartment or duplex in an upscale neighborhood. His apartment above The Lair simply would not do. Deacon found several good prospects that appealed to him. They were located in good school districts and had amenities to die for. Deacon frowned, however, when he saw how expensive these places were. Rents typically ran in the $2,400.00 - $15,000.00 range. “Just to rent?!” Deacon exclaimed. “Sheeeee-it! They must be out of their minds!” Some of the property owners wanted not only a security deposit, but also the first two months’ rent in advance. Even if he was rolling in the dough, there was no way in the world he was paying that. “And, that’s just the rent!” He said with disgust. He still needed to factor in utilities, costs for maintenance and upkeep and other incidentals such as homeowners association or condo fees. Although Deacon could have found a place to rent for much less than these properties, he had set his sights high. He felt that in order to be big, one had to think big. He was confident that with the money he would extort from Massimo that he would have no problem getting a new place. Deacon wanted more though. It was not just enough to provide Amber and Little Eric a roof over their heads. His son was a growing boy and would constantly need new clothes and shoes. Deacon was determined to get his little man only the best. Plus, he wanted to give Amber a chance to rag her ass off and lord it over those Beverly Hills bitches, Deacon thought. Any woman of his was going to be dripping in bling and he was going to be the only man who was going to provide it for her. Deacon drew a couple of additional columns on his worksheet and made a list of his assets, which were not much. However, he did have some money saved, and he could always mortgage The Lair, but that would only be done as a last resort. “Old fat boy is going to finance this whole venture,” a determined Deacon said. Deacon did some figuring and narrowed down his choices. As soon as he got some food in his stomach, he would start making some phone calls and setting some appointments. The most important call of all would be to Massimo. _______________ “What do you want?” Stephanie shortly demanded. “You did this to me!” Ridge blurted without preamble. “You set me up!” Stephanie smirked. “What in the world are you babbling about?” She asked with contempt. “You know exactly what I’m talking about!” Ridge yelled. “You left this—this filthy piece of trash in the powder room downstairs—right where you knew I would find it!” “Oh, that,” Stephanie wryly replied. “Is that all you have to say to me?!” Ridge screamed. An unapologetic Stephanie had no time for games and took the kid gloves off. “What else do you expect me to say?” She coldly asked. “You expect me to deny it? Or, maybe you expect me to claim that I didn’t mean it. Well I did mean it. It’s no more than you deserve, you ungrateful fool! You can finally see for yourself that your little Logan has moved on! I tried to tell you and so did Massimo, but you just wouldn’t listen. You kept chasing that tramp and now you’re facing legal problems because of it. So, who’s the fool now?” Stephanie taunted Ridge. “All I know is that you’re the chump who got dumped, and this Nick Payne is the dude with the dame!” Ridge was flabbergasted. Could it be possible that Logan had been right about his mother all along? “You are…evil…cruel…” He dumbly observed. “What the hell kind of mother are you anyway?” “The right kind!” Stephanie snappily retorted. However, Ridge barely heard her. “What kind of mother would do something this evil? What kind of mother would set up her own child for this kind of humiliation? What kind of mother—” “Oh, do shut up, Ridge!” Stephanie impatiently barked. She saw a chance to merge into another lane and Ridge’s babbling was distracting to say the least. When Stephanie was finally able to make her lane change, she returned her attention to the matter at hand. “Now, I can’t believe you would actually sit here and criticize me as a parent. I would strongly suggest you look in the mirror!” “You really don’t get it do you?” Ridge growled. “Oh, I get it alright. I have been subjected to your cruelty and disrespect, and somehow or another that was okay. I merely showed you the truth in vivid color, but somehow that’s being evil and cruel. Well, I’ll tell you what’s evil and cruel! Throwing me out of your house, screaming at me and actually bragging about the unnatural acts that you were going to perform with some paid tramps— that’s what I consider cruel and evil!” Stephanie spat. “Look, whatever I said, it doesn’t justify what you’ve done to me,” Ridge complained. “I’ve had a very difficult couple of days, and I—” “Ridge, would it shock you to learn that I am on my way to Thorne’s house right now?” Stephanie abruptly interrupted Ridge. Ridge reacted in confusion. “What? What does Thorne have to do with anything?” “Exactly,” Stephanie said. “I have other children to concern myself with.” “Oh, come off it, Mother! Thorne? You’re actually concerned about Thorne?” Ridge asked in disbelief. “Since when?” “Since I realized that I have at least one child who isn’t openly hostile toward me and who still values my advice,” Stephanie replied. “Oh, so it’s like that now, huh? I’m being replaced with Thorne,” Ridge pouted. “Ridge, can you try to think of someone other than yourself for a change?” Stephanie sneered. “What is that supposed to mean?” Ridge whined. Stephanie ignored the question. “I’m hanging up now, but before I do, I want you to think about this. You should be damned grateful to have parents who love you and only want the best for you. Whether you instigated the breakup or not, you are finally out of a relationship with one tramp, and it’s foolish of you to try to replace her with other tramps that are bought and paid for!” “Why you—” Ridge began. “I am still speaking,” Stephanie snapped. “Please don’t interrupt me again. Now try to consider that in your rather fragile emotional state that I know best. As such, you would be wise to heed my advice when it comes to affairs of the heart. In fact, I would suggest that you allow me to take the wheel, so to speak.” Ridge was slow, but he wasn’t that slow. He knew exactly what his mother was suggesting, and it shocked him. “Wh—what?” Ridge sputtered. “Are you freakin’ kidding me? You want me to actually allow you to pick a woman for me? Are you crazy?!” Stephanie merely smiled at Ridge’s outrage. “You’re really slow on the uptake, aren’t you?” She laughed nastily. “Ridge, darling, this may come as a big shock to you, but I have always had a hand in selecting women for you. Or, are you simply that daft?” With that, Stephanie laughed again before she unceremoniously disconnected the call. _______________
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Post by GIOVANNA on Oct 18, 2009 1:24:48 GMT -5
Accordingly, we urge you to seek legal counsel immediately and to have your representatives contact us so that we can work together to formulate an amicable resolution.
As a housekeeping matter, enclosed is Mr. Forrester’s personal check payable to you in the amount of $10,000.00.
While Mr. Forrester obviously wishes you well and cares about your wellbeing, he cannot and will not tolerate a repeat of the type of behavior you exhibited in his office yesterday. While Mr. Forrester cannot control your actions, he must protect himself, the rest of his family and the employees of Forrester Creations from your outrageous conduct and your truly terrifying rages. Your failure or refusal to abide by the injunction order will be met with immediate and swift action, including but not limited to, the issuance of a warrant for your arrest as well as a rule to show cause as to why you should not be held in contempt. This will be your only and final warning.
Although Deacon could have found a place to rent for much less than these properties, he had set his sights high. He felt that in order to be big, one had to think big. He was “What do you want?” Stephanie shortly demanded.
“You did this to me!” Ridge blurted without preamble. “You set me up!”
Stephanie smirked. “What in the world are you babbling about?” She asked with contempt.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about!” Ridge yelled. “You left this—this filthy piece of trash in the powder room downstairs—right where you knew I would find it!”
“Oh, that,” Stephanie wryly replied.
“Is that all you have to say to me?!” Ridge screamed.
An unapologetic Stephanie had no time for games and took the kid gloves off. “What else do you expect me to say?” She coldly asked. “You expect me to deny it? Or, maybe you expect me to claim that I didn’t mean it. Well I did mean it. It’s no more than you deserve, you ungrateful fool! You can finally see for yourself that your little Logan has moved on! I tried to tell you and so did Massimo, but you just wouldn’t listen. You kept chasing that tramp and now you’re facing legal problems because of it. So, who’s the fool now?” Stephanie taunted Ridge. “All I know is that you’re the chump who got dumped, and this Nick Payne is the dude with the dame!”
Ridge was flabbergasted. Could it be possible that Logan had been right about his mother all along? “You are…evil…cruel…” He dumbly observed. “What the hell kind of mother are you anyway?”
“The right kind!” Stephanie snappily retorted.
However, Ridge barely heard her. “What kind of mother would do something this evil? What kind of mother would set up her own child for this kind of humiliation? What kind of mother—”
“Oh, do shut up, Ridge!” Stephanie impatiently barked. She saw a chance to merge into another lane and Ridge’s babbling was distracting to say the least. When Stephanie was finally able to make her lane change, she returned her attention to the matter at hand. “Now, I can’t believe you would actually sit here and criticize me as a parent. I would strongly suggest you look in the mirror!”
“You really don’t get it do you?” Ridge growled.
“Oh, I get it alright. I have been subjected to your cruelty and disrespect, and somehow or another that was okay. I merely showed you the truth in vivid color, but somehow that’s being evil and cruel. Well, I’ll tell you what’s evil and cruel! Throwing me out of your house, screaming at me and actually bragging about the unnatural acts that you were going to perform with some paid tramps—that’s what I consider cruel and evil!” Stephanie spat.
“Look, whatever I said, it doesn’t justify what you’ve done to me,” Ridge complained. “I’ve had a very difficult couple of days, and I—”
“Ridge, would it shock you to learn that I am on my way to Thorne’s house right now?” Stephanie abruptly interrupted Ridge.
Ridge reacted in confusion. “What? What does Thorne have to do with anything?”
“Exactly,” Stephanie said. “I have other children to concern myself with.”
“Oh, come off it, Mother! Thorne? You’re actually concerned about Thorne?” Ridge asked in disbelief. “Since when?”
“Since I realized that I have at least one child who isn’t openly hostile toward me and who still values my advice,” Stephanie replied.
“Oh, so it’s like that now, huh? I’m being replaced with Thorne,” Ridge pouted.
“Ridge, can you try to think of someone other than yourself for a change?” Stephanie sneered.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Ridge whined.
Stephanie ignored the question. “I’m hanging up now, but before I do, I want you to think about this. You should be damned grateful to have parents who love you and only want the best for you. Whether you instigated the breakup or not, you are finally out of a relationship with one tramp, and it’s foolish of you to try to replace her with other tramps that are bought and paid for!”
“Why you—” Ridge began.
“I am still speaking,” Stephanie snapped. “Please don’t interrupt me again. Now try to consider that in your rather fragile emotional state that I know best. As such, you would be wise to heed my advice when it comes to affairs of the heart. In fact, I would suggest that you allow me to take the wheel, so to speak.”
Ridge was slow, but he wasn’t that slow. He knew exactly what his mother was suggesting, and it shocked him. “Wh—what?” Ridge sputtered. “Are you freakin’ kidding me? You want me to actually allow you to pick a woman for me? Are you crazy?!”
Stephanie merely smiled at Ridge’s outrage. “You’re really slow on the uptake, aren’t you?” She laughed nastily. “Ridge, darling, this may come as a big shock to you, but I have always had a hand in selecting women for you. Or, are you simply that daft?” With that, Stephanie laughed again before she unceremoniously disconnected the call.
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Whoa, interesting reading!
So, Hag is getting a check for $10,000.00? So much for the claim that Eric was going to cut her off. I love how that letter mentions her outrageous behavior and terrifying rages. And to think this woman claims to have class. Hag needs to get ahold of a lawyer, pronto, and just end things already. But she is so twisted, she won't.
Also, Deacon is really sticking his head in the sand. He selects places that are well out of his price range, and he thinks that Massimo is going to bankroll him. Methinks he is in for a shock.
As for Hag and her whelp, what a truly ugly pair. What's hilarious is that they are both right. Ridge is correct, Hag is evil, but he claims that she is evil for leaving that rag out instead of the monstrous way she treats Brooke. What a thin-skinned baby. And yes, Ridge is a fool, but so is she. She should be contacting a lawyer instead of playing her twisted games with her brat. Her near orgasmic glee at taunting him made my blood run cold. However, she taught him well. She should be calling a lawyer, and he should be preparing for his first day of work, but instead, the two of them are playing their twisted little games with each other.
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Post by lalogan on Oct 18, 2009 3:35:42 GMT -5
Accordingly, we urge you to seek legal counsel immediately and to have your representatives contact us so that we can work together to formulate an amicable resolution.
As a housekeeping matter, enclosed is Mr. Forrester’s personal check payable to you in the amount of $10,000.00.
While Mr. Forrester obviously wishes you well and cares about your wellbeing, he cannot and will not tolerate a repeat of the type of behavior you exhibited in his office yesterday. While Mr. Forrester cannot control your actions, he must protect himself, the rest of his family and the employees of Forrester Creations from your outrageous conduct and your truly terrifying rages. Your failure or refusal to abide by the injunction order will be met with immediate and swift action, including but not limited to, the issuance of a warrant for your arrest as well as a rule to show cause as to why you should not be held in contempt. This will be your only and final warning.
Although Deacon could have found a place to rent for much less than these properties, he had set his sights high. He felt that in order to be big, one had to think big. He was “What do you want?” Stephanie shortly demanded.
“You did this to me!” Ridge blurted without preamble. “You set me up!”
Stephanie smirked. “What in the world are you babbling about?” She asked with contempt.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about!” Ridge yelled. “You left this—this filthy piece of trash in the powder room downstairs—right where you knew I would find it!”
“Oh, that,” Stephanie wryly replied.
“Is that all you have to say to me?!” Ridge screamed.
An unapologetic Stephanie had no time for games and took the kid gloves off. “What else do you expect me to say?” She coldly asked. “You expect me to deny it? Or, maybe you expect me to claim that I didn’t mean it. Well I did mean it. It’s no more than you deserve, you ungrateful fool! You can finally see for yourself that your little Logan has moved on! I tried to tell you and so did Massimo, but you just wouldn’t listen. You kept chasing that tramp and now you’re facing legal problems because of it. So, who’s the fool now?” Stephanie taunted Ridge. “All I know is that you’re the chump who got dumped, and this Nick Payne is the dude with the dame!”
Ridge was flabbergasted. Could it be possible that Logan had been right about his mother all along? “You are…evil…cruel…” He dumbly observed. “What the hell kind of mother are you anyway?”
“The right kind!” Stephanie snappily retorted.
However, Ridge barely heard her. “What kind of mother would do something this evil? What kind of mother would set up her own child for this kind of humiliation? What kind of mother—”
“Oh, do shut up, Ridge!” Stephanie impatiently barked. She saw a chance to merge into another lane and Ridge’s babbling was distracting to say the least. When Stephanie was finally able to make her lane change, she returned her attention to the matter at hand. “Now, I can’t believe you would actually sit here and criticize me as a parent. I would strongly suggest you look in the mirror!”
“You really don’t get it do you?” Ridge growled.
“Oh, I get it alright. I have been subjected to your cruelty and disrespect, and somehow or another that was okay. I merely showed you the truth in vivid color, but somehow that’s being evil and cruel. Well, I’ll tell you what’s evil and cruel! Throwing me out of your house, screaming at me and actually bragging about the unnatural acts that you were going to perform with some paid tramps—that’s what I consider cruel and evil!” Stephanie spat.
“Look, whatever I said, it doesn’t justify what you’ve done to me,” Ridge complained. “I’ve had a very difficult couple of days, and I—”
“Ridge, would it shock you to learn that I am on my way to Thorne’s house right now?” Stephanie abruptly interrupted Ridge.
Ridge reacted in confusion. “What? What does Thorne have to do with anything?”
“Exactly,” Stephanie said. “I have other children to concern myself with.”
“Oh, come off it, Mother! Thorne? You’re actually concerned about Thorne?” Ridge asked in disbelief. “Since when?”
“Since I realized that I have at least one child who isn’t openly hostile toward me and who still values my advice,” Stephanie replied.
“Oh, so it’s like that now, huh? I’m being replaced with Thorne,” Ridge pouted.
“Ridge, can you try to think of someone other than yourself for a change?” Stephanie sneered.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Ridge whined.
Stephanie ignored the question. “I’m hanging up now, but before I do, I want you to think about this. You should be damned grateful to have parents who love you and only want the best for you. Whether you instigated the breakup or not, you are finally out of a relationship with one tramp, and it’s foolish of you to try to replace her with other tramps that are bought and paid for!”
“Why you—” Ridge began.
“I am still speaking,” Stephanie snapped. “Please don’t interrupt me again. Now try to consider that in your rather fragile emotional state that I know best. As such, you would be wise to heed my advice when it comes to affairs of the heart. In fact, I would suggest that you allow me to take the wheel, so to speak.”
Ridge was slow, but he wasn’t that slow. He knew exactly what his mother was suggesting, and it shocked him. “Wh—what?” Ridge sputtered. “Are you freakin’ kidding me? You want me to actually allow you to pick a woman for me? Are you crazy?!”
Stephanie merely smiled at Ridge’s outrage. “You’re really slow on the uptake, aren’t you?” She laughed nastily. “Ridge, darling, this may come as a big shock to you, but I have always had a hand in selecting women for you. Or, are you simply that daft?” With that, Stephanie laughed again before she unceremoniously disconnected the call.
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Whoa, interesting reading!
So, Hag is getting a check for $10,000.00? So much for the claim that Eric was going to cut her off. I love how that letter mentions her outrageous behavior and terrifying rages. And to think this woman claims to have class. Hag needs to get ahold of a lawyer, pronto, and just end things already. But she is so twisted, she won't.
Also, Deacon is really sticking his head in the sand. He selects places that are well out of his price range, and he thinks that Massimo is going to bankroll him. Methinks he is in for a shock.
As for Hag and her whelp, what a truly ugly pair. What's hilarious is that they are both right. Ridge is correct, Hag is evil, but he claims that she is evil for leaving that rag out instead of the monstrous way she treats Brooke. What a thin-skinned baby. And yes, Ridge is a fool, but so is she. She should be contacting a lawyer instead of playing her twisted games with her brat. Her near orgasmic glee at taunting him made my blood run cold. However, she taught him well. She should be calling a lawyer, and he should be preparing for his first day of work, but instead, the two of them are playing their twisted little games with each other.Boy, you said it, Gio. "Truly ugly pair" is the perfect description of Fang and her brat. Ugly blames Fang for the mess he's made of his life, so he taunts her by saying he's going out to screw whores. Fang gets mad that he refuses to respect her -- as if she's deserving of it -- so she taunts him with an announcement of Brooke's blossoming romance with Nick. How hateful they are...but they're both so self-absorbed, they only see the other's hatefulness when it's directed at them. They don't see their own hatefulness, and are honestly flabbergasted when they get called out, or when someone doesn't kiss their sociopathic asses enough to suit them. I agree, Deacon is probably going to get a nasty surprise if he thinks he can get FatAssimo to finance the posh lifestyle he wants. FatAssimo may be a thug and a scumbag, but he isn't stupid -- he can surely outmaneuver Deacon. Assuming, of course, that his own much-deserved comeuppance doesn't come first, resulting in, say, financial ruin. Eric is beng awfully generous to the bitch who not only bullied him to the altar using a brat she knew might not be his, but who cuckolded him on top of it -- not that Eric was the picture of fidelity himself, of course. However, Eric, unlike Fang, has decency at his core. Also, he knows that being generous to the bitch is the best way to keep her out of his hair.
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Post by sugarpie on Oct 18, 2009 12:20:30 GMT -5
Catching up..........GEO and LaLogan you both made excellent points.........Great read as usual!!! ;D
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Post by MissJr on Oct 19, 2009 16:25:55 GMT -5
Ladies, thank you for your comments!
Eric is, indeed, being generous. However, he knows that he is bound to perform under the Prenuptial Agreement and it certainly wouldn't do to give Stephanie something to complain about. The problem with people like Stephanie is that they are so used to screwing people over that they full expect to be screwed over themselves. While Eric has not been the best of husbands, he is still a decent sort.
Deacon may, indeed, be deluding himself if he thinks Massimo is going to finance this lifestyle he wishes for himself, Amber and Little Eric. Money only stretches so far, and Massimo has already made it clear that he's not one to reward failure. Deacon had better be very careful because Massimo's largesse may have a steep price in the end.
Stephanie and Ridge are definitely an ugly pair. It' hilarious that Ridge has blithely ignored how evil his mother can be when she engaged in her hideous acts against Brooke, Morgan, the Spectra clan and anyone else who got in her way. Now that her "cruelty" is directed towards him, he wants to cry, "Foul!" And, how he didn't notice that his mother has always had a hand in his relationships is astounding. Stephanie is the one who raised that sociopathic whelp of hers. And, she's so certain that Thorne will roll out the welcome mat for her. She might be in for a rude awakening.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Oct 19, 2009 22:30:18 GMT -5
Ladies, thank you for your comments! Deacon may, indeed, be deluding himself if he thinks Massimo is going to finance this lifestyle he wishes for himself, Amber and Little Eric. Money only stretches so far, and Massimo has already made it clear that he's not one to reward failure. Deacon had better be very careful because Massimo's largesse may have a steep price in the end. Stephanie and Ridge are definitely an ugly pair. It' hilarious that Ridge has blithely ignored how evil his mother can be when she engaged in her hideous acts against Brooke, Morgan, the Spectra clan and anyone else who got in her way. Now that her "cruelty" is directed towards him, he wants to cry, "Foul!" And, how he didn't notice that his mother has always had a hand in his relationships is astounding. Stephanie is the one who raised that sociopathic whelp of hers. And, she's so certain that Thorne will roll out the welcome mat for her. She might be in for a rude awakening. Wait until Hag finds out her son and Darla are expecting a child. She is such a bitch that she will probably break out in hives when she finds out that her son is involved with someone, who, in her eyes, is lesser than a Spectra. To this day, I belive the only reason she accepted Macy because she wasn't Brooke.
And Ridge is too hilarious. He has seen how nasty his mommy has been to Brooke, Sally, Morgan, etc., but now he is pissing and moaning because she-horror of horrors-left out a magazine. And his claims that she set him up and humiliated him are rich, since no one was around to see him having a temper tantrum.
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Post by TINA (soapsecretary) on Oct 21, 2009 11:22:16 GMT -5
I have so little time to express how fantastic this story is (lots of homework and studying for midterms), but I love it and I am so glad that you devote so much time to writing it for us!
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Post by MissJr on Oct 21, 2009 22:26:00 GMT -5
Ladies, thank you for your comments! Deacon may, indeed, be deluding himself if he thinks Massimo is going to finance this lifestyle he wishes for himself, Amber and Little Eric. Money only stretches so far, and Massimo has already made it clear that he's not one to reward failure. Deacon had better be very careful because Massimo's largesse may have a steep price in the end. Stephanie and Ridge are definitely an ugly pair. It' hilarious that Ridge has blithely ignored how evil his mother can be when she engaged in her hideous acts against Brooke, Morgan, the Spectra clan and anyone else who got in her way. Now that her "cruelty" is directed towards him, he wants to cry, "Foul!" And, how he didn't notice that his mother has always had a hand in his relationships is astounding. Stephanie is the one who raised that sociopathic whelp of hers. And, she's so certain that Thorne will roll out the welcome mat for her. She might be in for a rude awakening. Wait until Hag finds out her son and Darla are expecting a child. She is such a bitch that she will probably break out in hives when she finds out that her son is involved with someone, who, in her eyes, is lesser than a Spectra. To this day, I belive the only reason she accepted Macy because she wasn't Brooke.
And Ridge is too hilarious. He has seen how nasty his mommy has been to Brooke, Sally, Morgan, etc., but now he is pissing and moaning because she-horror of horrors-left out a magazine. And his claims that she set him up and humiliated him are rich, since no one was around to see him having a temper tantrum.Stephanie has had a love-hate relationship with Macy for years, usually dependent on how she felt about Sally at any given moment. She seemed to like Macy for herself in the beginning until she found out she was Sally's daughter and concealed her true identity from Thorne. I'm also certain that the only reason she "accepted" Macy is because she wasn't Brooke.
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Post by MissJr on Oct 21, 2009 22:27:24 GMT -5
I have so little time to express how fantastic this story is (lots of homework and studying for midterms), but I love it and I am so glad that you devote so much time to writing it for us! Thank you, Tina! "Real life" has been kicking my butt also and I appreciate your comments!
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Post by MissJr on Oct 21, 2009 22:36:35 GMT -5
“Houston, we've had a problem,” Alexis Thorpe announced without some understatement. “Oh, my God!” Dwayne Gillespie shrieked while fanning himself as if he was about to faint. “Bitch, please don’t tell me we have drama this early in the morning!” He said snarkily. A few moments ago, he noisily swooped into Macy’s condo with two assistants in tow, who were just as loquacious as he was. Amidst all the din, Dwayne managed stop talking long enough to give Macy and Alexis each an air kiss before asking, “Okay, love, now what’s the tea?” “Honey, I’ll let you explain this one,” Alexis said with a wave of her hand in Macy’s direction. Next to Sally and CJ, Alexis and Dwayne were the two most important people in Macy’s life. Alexis was a powerful publicist, who owned her own firm. On a lark, she had taken Macy on as a client when Macy was slowly regaining her footing. When Macy made it clear that she was serious about recording again, Alexis immediately turned her on to Dwayne—a sharp, self-important ferret-like agent, who was feared and much sought after. He had a list of contacts in the entertainment industry a mile long. Alexis and Dwayne were primarily responsible for Macy’s popularity and her successful reentry into society, and they worked feverishly to ensure that she came to the attention of the right people. Macy had managed to end her pity party to take control of the disaster that was visited upon her the day before. She had contacted Alexis and Dwayne that morning for an impromptu breakfast meeting at her place. Alexis, as always, was prompt and efficient while Dwayne insisted on arriving fashionably late just to make a grand entrance. Macy had earlier described her encounter with Minnie Pearl Baylor while she and Alexis dined on melon, lox, bagels and coffee. “Well, you know that interview Alexis arranged with Karen Gallagher’s magazine?” Macy asked Dwayne. “What happened? Didn’t it go well?” A worried Dwayne inquired. “Actually, it was going quite well until that woman butted in!” Macy snapped. “Who? Brooke Logan?” A shocked Dwayne asked. “Child…” Dwayne murmured under his breath. “Absolutely not!” Macy scoffed. “I swear if that slut had interrupted my interview, I would be sitting in jail right this very second because I would have slapped her face off!” Alexis pursed her lips. “You know, honey, engaging in a very physical smackdown with another woman isn’t exactly the image we want to project. So please don’t embarrass yourself.” Alexis cautioned. “And, please don’t embarrass us!” Dwayne added. “Now, since it wasn’t Miss Logan, who are we talking about?” “Minnie Pearl Baylor,” Macy shortly replied. Dwayne rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Okay, now am I supposed to know who that is?” “She’s the mother of that lady truck driver—the one that was killed in the accident,” Macy replied. “No wonder you’re so upset!” Dwayne clucked sympathetically. “Not only did she interrupt my interview, but she loudly accused me of murdering her daughter—in front a room full of people!” Macy complained. “Ooh, this isn’t good,” Dwayne noted without some understatement. “No it isn’t,” Alexis concurred. “The question is—what do we do about it?” Macy demanded with folded arms. “This might be salvageable,” Alexis stated. “You didn’t personally attack her or anything did you?” She asked. For a brief moment, Macy’s face turned crimson with embarrassment. “Well, I…I may have said something about the woman’s clothes,” she guiltily confessed. “And, it didn’t help that she practically worships the ground Brooke Logan walks on so Karen and I ribbed her a little bit!” “Huh? What?!” Dwayne asked. “Oh, no you didn’t! Tell me you did not mess with a grieving mother!” Dwayne snapped his fingers, signaling one of his assistants to jump up and pour him a cup of tea presumably to calm his nerves. “Macy, I really wish you hadn’t done that,” Alexis said, shaking her head. “I just didn’t know what else to do,” Macy complained. “Everything had gotten out of control so quickly! Then to add insult to injury, she poured on the waterworks, and now Karen Gallagher might do a story on her, and you can just imagine what she’ll talk about.” Alexis continued to shake her head, as the situation had gone from bad to worse. “And, it’s a safe bet that if Karen Gallagher starts to ask the right questions, it will only be a matter of time before she interviews other people—like Brooke Logan, the police and others connected to that accident.” “Um hmmm,” Dwayne said. “And, keep in mind that a lot of this information is a matter of public record.” “Now do you see why I called you here?” Macy asked as her voice began to rise. “I’m desperate! What am I supposed to do? That awful woman will probably dog my every step now! She’ll pop up at every interview and will do everything she can to piss on my parade!” An agitated Macy screamed. Dwayne looked askance at Macy. “Girl, did you call your sponsor last night?” He perceptively asked. “I didn’t need to,” Macy replied. “I’m embarrassed to admit that I almost went there, but I managed to get through the night okay.” “Good,” Alexis said. “Just so long as you keep it together. We’ve worked too long and too hard for things to fall apart for you now. Now, as for what to do about that lady, first of all you need to stop thinking of her—and referring to her—as that ‘awful’ woman. She’s not awful. She is a grief-stricken mother, and that’s how we have to approach things. Now, my first thought is to move preemptively by contacting Karen and her editor. We can take the sting out of that lady’s accusations by issuing a statement of some sort.” “That’s a marvelous idea!” Dwayne agreed. “Marv-u-lous! Alexis, you should prepare a brief statement expressing sympathy for this family’s loss but don’t spend a great deal of time expounding on the accident. Because the whole point of this piece is about Macy picking up the pieces of her own life and moving on.” Macy mulled over the suggestions of her publicist and agent and slowly nodded in agreement. “Okay…I think I’m down with that. Maybe the message could come from me, my mother and CJ—you know, kind of like a ‘from our family to yours’ type of thing. What about a benefit concert or something? Maybe I can do something where all the proceeds could go to Mrs. Baylor’s favorite charity or even to Mrs. Baylor’s family?” Dwayne disagreed with that suggestion immediately. “I don’t think we should go there. For one thing, it would come across as a payoff. Plus, based on what little I’ve heard, I don’t think she would ever accept a dime from you.” “Plus, we want to draw as little attention to the accident as possible—particularly the loss that the Baylor family suffered. It would be bad for your public image.” “Well, what about all those people at Starbucks who overheard what Mrs. Baylor said?” Macy asked. “Don’t worry about them,” Alexis advised. “People in this town have very short memories. Just leave everything to us. It’s one thing to play the victim where your ex and Brooke Logan are concerned. It’s quite another to play that role with Mrs. Baylor in the picture.” _______________ Massimo emerged from the backseat of his white Rolls-Royce Phantom and briefly looked around. He then gave his driver instructions and headed to the front door of Ridge’s home. Before he had a chance to ring the doorbell, the door immediately flew open and Massimo found himself face to face with a worried Catherine. “Thank goodness you’re here!” She said. Massimo was surprised, but not shocked and immediately knew something was going on with Ridge. “Where is he?” Massimo asked. He heard the screams barely seconds after the door close. “In the powder room near the end of the foyer,” Catherine replied as she closed the door. _______________
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Post by GIOVANNA on Oct 22, 2009 2:13:33 GMT -5
“The question is—what do we do about it?” Macy demanded with folded arms. “This might be salvageable,” Alexis stated. “You didn’t personally attack her or anything did you?” She asked. For a brief moment, Macy’s face turned crimson with embarrassment. “Well, I…I may have said something about the woman’s clothes,” she guiltily confessed. “ And, it didn’t help that she practically worships the ground Brooke Logan walks on so Karen and I ribbed her a little bit!”“Huh? What?!” Dwayne asked. “Oh, no you didn’t! Tell me you did not mess with a grieving mother!” Dwayne snapped his fingers, signaling one of his assistants to jump up and pour him a cup of tea presumably to calm his nerves. “Macy, I really wish you hadn’t done that,” Alexis said, shaking her head. “I just didn’t know what else to do,” Macy complained. “Everything had gotten out of control so quickly! Then to add insult to injury, she poured on the waterworks, and now Karen Gallagher might do a story on her, and you can just imagine what she’ll talk about.” Massimo emerged from the backseat of his white Rolls-Royce Phantom and briefly looked around. He then gave his driver instructions and headed to the front door of Ridge’s home. Before he had a chance to ring the doorbell, the door immediately flew open and Massimo found himself face to face with a worried Catherine. “Thank goodness you’re here!” She said. Massimo was surprised, but not shocked and immediately knew something was going on with Ridge. “Where is he?” Massimo asked. He heard the screams barely seconds after the door close.“In the powder room near the end of the foyer,” Catherine replied as she closed the door. _______________ Excellent!
Boy, Macy is a real piece of work, isn't she? All she cares about is herself and her precious image. As for Minnie worshiping Brooke or some such crap, that is bull. All she did was tell Macy that she was sick of her whining.
And Ridge is such a drama queen! God only knows what he is screaming about. I feel sorry for Catherine. Not only does she have to pick up the slack for the worst father in town, she also has to deal with his psychotic fits.
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Post by MissJr on Oct 26, 2009 22:29:49 GMT -5
NEW YORK CITY - MANHATTAN Tricia Quick rushed from her East 52nd Street apartment and made her way to a small newsstand to pick up copies of The New York Times and The New York Post. It was her initial intent to walk to the subway station on the corner and to commute by train. However, recent unsettling events gave Tricia some pause. When Tricia first moved to New York, she was a little concerned about her safety. However, once she settled into her Manhattan neighborhood in one of the few remaining rent-controlled apartments in the city, she could not have been any happier. Although the neighborhood was an affluent one, Tricia was hardly wealthy and was forced to get a roommate to help with the rent. She was pleasantly surprised that she and her roommate got along quite well; however, they enjoyed separate lives which suited them just fine. Everything Tricia needed, including her job, was within walking distance to her apartment. She loved the energy of the city and threw herself wholeheartedly into her new hometown—the restaurants, the shows, the uniqueness of the five Boroughs, and, of course, the shopping. Tricia could not help but remember what a hot mess her life was when she first arrived in the Big Apple. She came with the clothes on her back and a hefty check from Massimo and the memory of a bunch of thinly veiled warnings about what would happen to her if she did not keep her mouth shut or if she dared to return to Los Angeles. Massimo Marone! Tricia frowned. She hated that pig! Tricia rued the day she ever got mixed up with Massimo and his scheme to use her resemblance to Ridge’s late wife to seduce and mind-screw him. However, Massimo gave her specific instructions and a specific goal—to take Brooke Logan out of the equation. Alas, that proved easier said than done. Tricia did not fully appreciate how tenacious her rival could be. Even when Brooke managed to back off, Tricia was faced with an even fiercer rival. Tricia was at a loss on how to effectively deal with Bridget, and she did not see how dependent Ridge had become on Bridget until it was much too late. When Tricia had no choice but to inform Massimo that the plan had failed, his wrath knew no bounds. To this day, Tricia still had nightmares about what Massimo might do to her. After some indecision, Tricia finally decided to hail a cab instead of catching the subway. One of NYC’s yellow cabs immediately stopped for Tricia. She jumped in and shut the door quick, fast and in a hurry. “Where to, madam?” The cabbie asked. “The Helmsley Middletown over on East 48th,” Tricia replied. “That’s not too far away. Not that I mind picking up a quick fair, but I’m surprised you’re not walking especially since it’s such a nice day,” the cabbie commented as he quickly started his meter. “Yeah, I know. But, I’m wearing 4-inch Jimmy Choos and I don’t feel like walking today,” Tricia stated as she tossed her brunette mane. “Whatever you say, lady,” the cabbie said with a shrug. “It’s your dime! As the cabbie pulled into traffic. His attempts to engage Tricia in small talk were met by cold silence. Finally catching the hint, he kept his attention on the mass of traffic and pedestrians. He figured that his passenger was a strange bird, but he had had worse in his hack. Tricia felt stupid. Why was she explaining herself to a cabdriver? She was well aware that she could have walked or gotten the subway, but she was genuinely worried about her safety these days. Just the other day, she was nearly pushed in front of an incoming train while standing on the subway platform by a foul-mouthed vagrant. Two weeks ago, Tricia was nearly hit by a car as she crossed the street right after she left the community center where she provided counseling services. Last night, Tricia had gone to the theater with friends, after which they went out for drinks. However, Tricia could not escape the feeling that she was being watched. Although Tricia’s date shared a cab with her on the way home, she did not feel completely safe until she was in her apartment and all of the locks were secured. Unbeknownst to Tricia, all these incidents, though frightening, were mere coincidences. The vagrant who nearly shoved her into the path of a subway train was a drunk and had not specifically singled her out. She just happened to be in his way. When Tricia was almost run down by that car, by her own admission, she had been quite distracted because she had been talking on her cell phone and reading the paper at the same time. If Tricia felt that she was being watched last night, she was not far off the mark in her assessment. She was, in fact, being watched by a group of women who openly admired her black satin Oscar de la Renta ball gown, which she had purchased on consignment. Unfortunately for Tricia, she had no way of knowing that an elaborate and rather sophisticated plot had been hatched for her demise. The order had been given by a man who was the head of a shadowy organization, whose minions referred to him as “the Phoenix.” His reach was long, and he would not be satisfied until Tricia was eliminated in the most painful way imaginable. His operatives had already been dispatched to New York to carry out his orders. Tricia had no way of knowing these things. Nor did Tricia know that her would-be assassin would come to her with a smile and bearing gifts. _______________ LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA A determined Massimo strode down the long marble foyer toward the powder room. Catherine breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s never a dull moment around here,” she sighed. She recalled what happened moments before Massimo’s arrival and fervently hoped that Ridge would get his act together and get gone. “ARGGGGHHHH!” Ridge yelled for what seemed like the thousandth time that day. He had sank to his knees and wailed like a banshee for several minutes. He was beyond caring if his family heard him. All he knew was that Brooke had betrayed him, and his mother did him an even greater wrong.
Ridge carried on so badly that Catherine rushed from the nearby living area toward the foyer. When she reached the powder room, she tentatively knocked on the door. However, Catherine did not receive an answer, and she became even more worried.
“Ridge? Ridge! What’s going on in there? Are you alright?” Catherine repeatedly asked.
“Go away!” Ridge bellowed from behind the door. “Just leave me alone!”
Helpless, Catherine backed away from the door. Just as she was about to head to the kitchen to check on the girls, the doorbell rang. When she opened the front door, she nearly sank from relief when she saw Massimo’s face. … Without warning, Massimo sharply rapped on the powder room door twice before he angrily flung it open. The sight that greeted him caused him to curl his lip in disgust. Ridge was laid out in the middle of the floor and flailed about like a child in the middle of a tantrum. “Ridge!” Massimo barked angrily. Ridge did not even bother to look up. All he knew was that his trust has been violated and now he was being subjected to yet more indignities. “I told you people to leave me the hell alone!” He screamed. Without warning, Massimo growled and quickly reached down and snatched Ridge by his right arm. He then yanked Ridge off the floor. It took every ounce of self-control for Massimo not to slap Ridge’s face. In the back of Massimo’s mind, he wondered how Ridge would have turned out if he had been allowed to have a hand in raising him. Someone should have taken a strap to him and wore his behind out a long time ago, Massimo thought. For his part, Ridge continued to blubber and mumbled incoherently. A fed up Massimo grabbed Ridge’s other arm and viciously dug his fingers into Ridge’s arms. He shook Ridge so forcefully that Ridge’s teeth rattled. “Shut up that sniveling!” Massimo barked angrily. “Shut up, I said! Otherwise, I’ll be forced to knock your teeth down your throat!” Massimo warned in a tone that left Ridge with little doubt that the older man would follow through with his threats. He had already had his face slapped by Eric. Suitably cowed, Ridge quieted down. Yet, he again wondered what he had done that was so terrible that the fates would turn on him this way. Satisfied that he finally had Ridge’s attention, Massimo demanded, “Now, do you mind telling me what all this foolishness is about?” Ridge glared at Massimo before bleating, “It’s the women! They are treacherous, deceitful, double-dealing—” “Ridge!” Massimo yelled impatiently. “Is it too much to ask that you give me an answer that is coherent and concise?” “You want coherent and concise? Fine.” A resentful Ridge spat. “Here!” He grabbed the offending magazine and handed it to Massimo. Having already seen the magazine previously, Massimo was not impressed. Nor, was he particularly amused that they were running late because his son could not handle the sight of Brooke in another man’s arms. “I sincerely hope you are kidding,” Massimo contemptuously sneered. “This? This is why you’re holed up here in the powder room, bawling like a baby and rolling around on the floor like a damn fool?!” “You don’t understand!” A frustrated Ridge began to whimper. “No, I don’t understand. I told you that I would be here promptly at 8:00. I expected to find you ready to go. Instead, this is what I find—a grown man carrying on like a big baby! Brooke no longer wants you. Big deal!” “WOW!” A thunderstruck Ridge exclaimed. “Man, that sure is cold!” Massimo looked at his watch. “Time is money, and I don’t appreciate having either of them wasted. Now, you have 4 minutes to compose yourself so that you look the part of a Marone executive—especially one who is my No. 2 man. I want us out the door in 5 minutes.” Ridge looked at Massimo and could hardly believe the man’s insensitivity. “This is unbelievable,” he murmured. However, he wisely cut his protestations short and began to do what Massimo ordered him to do. “Where’s your attaché case?” Massimo abruptly asked. “Outside the door—on the floor beside the pedestal in the foyer.” Ridge replied in a surly tone. “I’ll get it. Oh, and you now have 3 minutes. If you’re not in the foyer by then, by God, I’ll come in here and physically drag you out! And, don’t even think about locking this door because no lock will keep me out,” Massimo coolly said before turning on his heel and leaving Ridge alone. _______________
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Post by GIOVANNA on Oct 26, 2009 23:46:38 GMT -5
Unbeknownst to Tricia, all these incidents, though frightening, were mere coincidences. The vagrant who nearly shoved her into the path of a subway train was a drunk and had not specifically singled her out. She just happened to be in his way. When Tricia was almost run down by that car, by her own admission, she had been quite distracted because she had been talking on her cell phone and reading the paper at the same time. If Tricia felt that she was being watched last night, she was not far off the mark in her assessment. She was, in fact, being watched by a group of women who openly admired her black satin Oscar de la Renta ball gown, which she had purchased on consignment. Unfortunately for Tricia, she had no way of knowing that an elaborate and rather sophisticated plot had been hatched for her demise. The order had been given by a man who was the head of a shadowy organization, whose minions referred to him as “the Phoenix.” His reach was long, and he would not be satisfied until Tricia was eliminated in the most painful way imaginable. His operatives had already been dispatched to New York to carry out his orders. Tricia had no way of knowing these things. Nor did Tricia know that her would-be assassin would come to her with a smile and bearing gifts. _______________ Without warning, Massimo sharply rapped on the powder room door twice before he angrily flung it open. The sight that greeted him caused him to curl his lip in disgust. Ridge was laid out in the middle of the floor and flailed about like a child in the middle of a tantrum.Ridge did not even bother to look up. All he knew was that his trust has been violated and now he was being subjected to yet more indignities. “I told you people to leave me the hell alone!” He screamed.“Shut up that sniveling!” Massimo barked angrily. “Shut up, I said! Otherwise, I’ll be forced to knock your teeth down your throat!” Massimo warned in a tone that left Ridge with little doubt that the older man would follow through with his threats. He had already had his face slapped by Eric. Suitably cowed, Ridge quieted down. Yet, he again wondered what he had done that was so terrible that the fates would turn on him this way. Satisfied that he finally had Ridge’s attention, Massimo demanded, “Now, do you mind telling me what all this foolishness is about?” Ridge glared at Massimo before bleating, “It’s the women! They are treacherous, deceitful, double-dealing—” “Ridge!” Massimo yelled impatiently. “Is it too much to ask that you give me an answer that is coherent and concise?” “You want coherent and concise? Fine.” A resentful Ridge spat. “Here!” He grabbed the offending magazine and handed it to Massimo. Having already seen the magazine previously, Massimo was not impressed. Nor, was he particularly amused that they were running late because his son could not handle the sight of Brooke in another man’s arms. “I sincerely hope you are kidding,” Massimo contemptuously sneered. “This? This is why you’re holed up here in the powder room, bawling like a baby and rolling around on the floor like a damn fool?!” “You don’t understand!” A frustrated Ridge began to whimper. “No, I don’t understand. I told you that I would be here promptly at 8:00. I expected to find you ready to go. Instead, this is what I find—a grown man carrying on like a big baby! Brooke no longer wants you. Big deal!”“WOW!” A thunderstruck Ridge exclaimed. “Man, that sure is cold!” Whoa! Where do I even start?The part about Tricia is a literal nail-biter. No matter what I thought of the character, she does not deserve to live in fear just because Massimo is a thug. Killing her is one thing, but making her death as painful as possible is just cruel and evil. Just what did she ever do to him? I hope someone saves her in time.
And Ridge is hilarious! He is such a baby, having a meltdown over Brooke. Massimo needs to make good on his threat and knock his teeth down his throat. I have been waiting for the loser to step on it at the board meeting, but until that scene plays out, I am savoring his blubbering.
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