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Thursday January 18th 2001 Tiffany opened the door to Clark's townhouse, stepped inside the warm living room, and immediately heard her boss talking with someone in the living room. "There she is now," Clark said watching his assistant take off her coat and hang it in the closet next to the front door. "Hi Clark. Hi Stan," Tiffany said surprised to see Stanley Morgan in the living room with her boss. Stanley quickly stood up and walked towards her. Tiffany extended her hand, he pulled her towards him and kissed her on the cheek. "Was there a long line in the bank?" Clark asked noticing she had taken a long time. "Yeah. Sorry it took so long," she said starting to walk towards her desk on the other side of the room. "Have a seat with us", Stanley said walking back to the sofa and taking a seat next to Clark. "I better get my paperwork done. I've been at the bank for an hour." she said glad to have a reason not to join the two men. "That can wait Tiffany," Clark said nodding his head for her to join them in the living room. "I have to run out, why don't you keep Stanley company," he said getting up from the sofa and motioning for her to take his place. "I haven't done the billing…" "There's nothing more important than Stanley," Clark said walking towards the closet and opening it as he turned to watch her reluctantly take a seat on the sofa beside the smiling well dressed older man. "I hope you don't mind Stanley? I know Tiffany will keep you good company," Clark said buttoning his overcoat and nodding at the older man. "Go on Clark. I don't need you I've got Tiffany," he said laughing as he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her towards him on the sofa. "Don't worry about what we talked about either Stanley. We understand each other," Clark said smiling as he opened the front door. "Clark when will you be back?" Tiffany asked unaware of any outside appointment he had made for this late in the evening. "Not until late. I've got a dinner engagement. Just lock up when you leave. Don't worry about the billing either we'll have a slow day tomorrow. Oh… and Tiffany the decanter on the coffee table…I just filled it with Brandy. Pour Stanley a drink, will you?" he said smiling and winking at the older man as he closed the heavy wooden door of his townhouse. Tiffany listened to the key turn in the door as Clark locked it behind him. She turned to face Stanley reluctantly. "Brandy?" she asked. "Yes. That would be nice," he said watching her reach towards the coffee table and pour him a glass of Brandy. "Here", she said handing him the glass. "Thank you dear, now pour one for yourself", he said. "No thanks"; she said pulling her short skirt down as she noticed his eyes on her legs. "I insist," he said as he placed his glass on the table and poured her a drink. He handed her the glass and picked up his glass raising it in a toast. "To the most beautiful woman in the world," he said looking into her eyes. "Oh please." "You won't drink to my toast?" "Of course", she said remembering Clark's words that nothing was as important as Stanley Morgan. She took a taste of the sweet brandy. "Bottoms up honey," he said picking up the decanter to pour her another glass. CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE PHOTOS BELOW.
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