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Friday December 8th 2000
"Mr. Diamond, Jan Morgan is on the phone for you," the secretary said into the phone.
"Thanks", Skeeter said hitting the blinking button on the phone at his desk.
"Hi Baby," he said in his slow southern accent.
"Skeeter meet me for breakfast," Jan demanded.
"I've got to go into a sales meeting with Bob in a minute," he said.
"Then meet me after the meeting," she demanded.
"After the meeting I have to make a couple of calls."
"I have to talk to you right away Skeeter."
"What's the matter Baby, you ready to take on a couple more rooms?" he said referring to their romp in her living room on the rug in front of the fireplace. Last night she said she wanted to use every room in her house because he had mentioned that he and Tiffany had encounters in every room of their mobile home one night.
"Did you take on another room after you left Skeeter?" she asked angrily.
"What the hell are you talkin' bout?"
"I called and a woman answered your phone last night Skeeter."
"Maybe it was the wrong number," he lied trying to think quickly how he would handle this. He had hoped for more time before this new arrangement with Tiffany came to light.
"That was Tiffany. I'd know her voice anywhere," Jan snapped losing patience with him.
"Yeah it was," he said watching his boss walk down the hallway past his door towards the conference room for their meeting. A meeting he was ill prepared for. He hadn't made sales calls in weeks. He had to hope that Bob Alexander wouldn't call any of the stores he put on his sales report.
"What is Tiffany doing at your apartment Skeeter?"
"She lost her job and needed a place to stay."
"So you let her stay with you?"
"We're still married Jan. What was I going to do, let her stay on the street?"
"On the street, is that where she said she is now?"
"No. She's been staying in Amir's apartment and they aren't seeing each other anymore since she found out he's married."
"So now she has Amir's apartment and she's living with you!" she screamed.
"No. I just let her stay the one night," he lied.
"I'm not putting up with this Skeeter," she said almost breathless with rage.
"What do you expect for me to do?"
"Throw her out. She's nothing but trouble. What good is she to you? She chased a married man for his money. She got fired for chasing away Clark's clients and you let her crawl back home. Back to you to get your money now. The money I helped arrange for you," she said angrily because she got him his new job and he seemed so ungrateful.
"She only stayed that one night," he snapped annoyed with her last remark about arranging his job.
"Did she sleep with you?"
"No, she slept on the sofa," he lied.
"If you value me and our relationship then you'll get rid of her now Skeeter."
"Is that a threat?" he asked trying to hold down his voice.
"You take it anyway you want Skeeter. I've been good to you and I won't put up with this," Jan said slamming down the phone.
"Mr. Diamond, Mr. Alexander is waiting for you in the conference room," the young secretary said from Skeeter's office door.
"I'll be right there," he said watching her legs in the short leather skirt as she walked towards the conference room.
Skeeter picked up his notebook and hit the desk with his fist. He'd smooth this over tonight, he thought, as he walked out of his office towards the conference room.
He entered the conference room and took a seat at the table while his boss Bob Alexander finished up a telephone call. Skeeter gazed out of the window at the Hudson River and wondered how long it would be before he could get an office with a view like this. His thoughts were interrupted as he overheard his boss end his conversation.
"Okay Jan. Okay. We'll talk today. Don't worry," Bob said hanging up the phone and giving Skeeter a stern look as he picked up Skeeter's phony sales report from the table.
CONTINUED MONDAY. MORE PHOTOS BELOW.
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