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Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Friday March 23rd 2001
Skeeter sat at his desk going through his sales reports for the month. He added a couple more phony sales calls to make the days look as if he had worked. He looked up and saw his boss, Bob Alexander walk down the hallway. He couldn't wait to get Bob's job as Sales Manager so he would never have to fill out another sales report. With his experience he shouldn't have to report to anyone, he thought. He glanced through his address book and picked out a few more names and filled in another empty week of work that he had missed. He heard the sound of high heels on the marble floor in the hallway outside his door and instinctively looked up.
"Jan, what the hell are you doing here?" he asked in a hushed voice surprised to see her in the lingerie company where he worked.
"I have an appointment with Bob," she said pausing in his office doorway and staring coldly at him.
"Come on in and we'll talk," he said nervous that she was meeting with her friend Bob to get him fired.
"I wanted to talk to you last night and you were too busy with that red haired tramp of yours," she said starting to walk away.
"Wait…wait a minute Baby," he said pushing his chair back and almost turning it over to get up and walk towards her.
"I have an appointment Skeeter," she said glancing down the hallway and seeing Bob's door closed.
"Come on in Baby, we'll talk for a minute," he said taking her by the arm and pulling her slightly inside the door to his office.
"I told you Skeeter to get rid of her. How dare you have her there in the apartment with you," she said as she noticed the familiar smell of his after shave.
"Come on in and we'll talk. You don't want everyone to hear you. Do you?" he asked.
"For one minute," she said reluctantly as he closed the office door behind her.
"Sit down Baby. What's up?" he asked.
"Skeeter I got you this job and I can get you fired," she said sitting down on the corner of his desk crossing her legs and trying to appear composed.
"You wouldn't do that though, would you?"
"Of course I would," she said examining her perfectly manicured nails.
"Come on."
"I mean it."
"What kind of relationship is this?"
"What kind of relationship do you have with Cynthia?" she asked remembering the tall redhead she saw him with the other night at the after hours club wearing the skin tight leather pants.
"Just friends," he lied.
"She's a tramp isn't she?"
"She's not a tramp. She's got money! Her family owns the law firm of Steinburg, Williams & Weinstein," he said unable to contain his pride.
"Oh Really? So what does that mean to you?" Jan asked surprised that the hot looking redhead could be connected with such a high profile New York City law firm.
"It means that you are not the only woman with money and a family name that might want to be with me Jan," he said certain this would bring her to her senses.
"So you are sleeping with her?"
"I don't have to answer that question. You don't own me."
"I got you this job. I can get you fired too."
"I can sue you if you fire me too," feeling more confident now that she knew Cynthia's family connections.
"Oh that's it huh? You're seeing her so you can sue me?" she said furious.
"Are you going to get me fired?" he said casually running his finger over her thigh as he walked past her.
CONTINUED MONDAY. MORE PHOTOS BELOW.
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