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Wednesday September 13th, 2000
Tiffany wiped the tears from her face and brushed her long blonde hair from her eyes as she stared at the ringing telephone. She wondered if it could be someone returning her call about an apartment share. She wouldn't dare pick up the phone in her hotel room. The last call she had received was that of Jan Morgan's Father, Stanley. She had to pretend that a girlfriend had knocked at her door to get the old man off the phone. He kept insisting that he was close by and could stop over for a drink. The last thing she needed was to be anywhere near Jan's lecherous Father. When the phone had stopped ringing she picked it up and called the front desk.
"Who called?' she asked when the operator answered.
"Mr. Hada just phoned," the operator said in her heavy European accent.
"Did he leave his number?"
"No. He said he will call back again in one minute Miss Diamond," the operator said.
"Thanks,' Tiffany said hanging up the phone clearly disappointed that she had missed the only phone call that she wanted.
She opened the drawer of the nightstand near the bed and took out the white pages. She thumbed through to the M's. She quickly went through pages of Morgan's. She finally came to J. Morgan and looked at the number. She couldn't be certain that it was the same number she had seen on the caller ID at Skeeter's apartment. Certainly this whole thing was her imagination. Why would Jan Morgan want her husband? Jan had so much money she could have any man in New York. Why would she care if her husband had another woman in the apartment anyway? She was in love with Amir now. She couldn't understand her jealously. She couldn't understand why the sight of Skeeter in his underwear when she dropped by had made her heart race. How could she still love him, if she did? Maybe if it had been any other woman besides Jan it wouldn't have bothered her this way. Maybe if the woman getting into the cab in front of Skeeter's apartment hadn't looked like Jan in the distance she probably wouldn't have gone by the apartment to see if Skeeter was alone. Skeeter seemed to be telling the truth for all she knew. He even seemed more affectionate than usual. He had been so happy to call in an order of Chinese food for them. Everything had gone fine until that phone call and 'J. Morgan' showed up on the caller ID. The ringing of the phone interrupted her thoughts.
"Hello", she answered nervously. The last thing she wanted to hear now was Stanley Morgan on the other end of the phone again.
"You busy woman," Amir said in his broken English.
"You called earlier didn't you?" she said happy to hear his sexy voice.
"Yes, they say call back."
"I wasn't answering the phone. I sometimes let them screen my calls."
"Too many lovers?" he said jokingly.
"Just makes me nervous living in a hotel and being alone," she admitted.
"You go see apartment?"
"Yes, it's beautiful", she said the disappointment could be heard in her voice.
"You no like this apartment?" he asked wondering how anyone could not love the huge apartment overlooking Washington Square Park.
"No. It's not that Amir."
"Then what is problem?"
"I'm sure it's too expensive on my salary," she said remembering that the real estate salesman had told her that most apartments in the building went for $7,000 a month.
"He discuss rent with you?"
"No. He wouldn't tell me what the rent was. He said that you told him that you would handle this," she said remembering Don Adams words.
"Then there is no problem. If you like apartment you move immediately," he said.
"I have to pay my own way Amir," she said. She knew that only marriage would make her comfortable with him paying her rent.
"Then I charge you rent," he said laughing.
"How much?"
"Meet me at apartment, we decide", he said.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE PHOTOS BELOW.
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