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Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Wednesday February 20th 2002
"Mr. Morgan," the receptionist said into the intercom on Stanley's desk in his office of the Empire State Building.
"Yes," Stanley said hitting the button on the intercom on his long mahogany desk.
"Mr. Montorsol is in the lobby to see you," the receptionist said almost in a whisper.
"I don't have an appointment this afternoon," Stanley said glancing down at his desk calendar and wondering where he'd heard that name before.
"He just dropped by," the receptionist said.
"Tell him I'm not in the office."
"But Mr. Morgan, Mr. Montorsol is here now in front of my desk," she said almost under her breath. She glanced up watching the older man frown and start to walk towards a nearby painting.
"Ah. Well, give me a minute," Stanley said touching the button to turn off the intercom. He picked up the telephone on his desk and called his office number.
"Mr. Morgan' office," the receptionist answered.
"It's me. Refresh my memory…who is this guy?" Stanley asked worried about his aging mind.
"It's Nicole's Father, I believe," the receptionist said softly as she watched the well dressed older man walk around the lobby looking closely at the pictures on Stanley's walls.
"Oh! I'll be right there," Stanley said hanging up the phone. He leaned back in his plush leather chair and took a deep breath. He felt a pain in his chest and quickly put out the cigar in the ashtray. He took a small mirror from his desk drawer and held it up to check his hair and tie when he heard the door to his office open.
"Mr. Morgan, this is Nicole's Father…. Mr. Montorsol," the receptionist said nervously as she stood in the hallway behind Mr. Montorsol as he made his way into Stanley's office.
Stanley quickly put the mirror into his desk drawer and closed it, feeling his face redden. He came to his feet and held out his hand to greet his young secretary's Father.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Stanley said as Mr. Montorsol ignored Stanley's invitation to shake hands. He instead turned to look at Stanley's receptionist and nodded for her to close the door. She quickly complied.
"This is certainly a surprise," Stanley said hoping his fear wasn't too apparent.
"This is where my Nicole works, no?" the man asked glancing towards the sofa where Stanley had made love to the young girl during many lunch hours.
"Yes. This is my office," Stanley said walking around his desk, pulling out a chair for the well dressed man to take a seat.
"Italian?" Mr. Montorsol asked nodding towards the expensive leather sofa.
"Yes! Yes. It's Italian. Isn't it beautiful?" Stanley said hoping this would lead to pleasant small talk. He could feel his face redden from guilt as he hoped Nicole's Father didn't know how many intimate moments he had spent with his daughter on the sofa.
"My daughter is what is beautiful, no?" he said looking at Stanley suspiciously.
"Oh yes. Nicole is very beautiful. I can see now where she gets here good looks."
"Not from me. No, no…. She look exactly like her Mother. God rest her soul," the older man said crossing his chest.
"I'm sorry," Stanley said.
"Now we talk of my daughter's future," Mr. Montorsol said never smiling. He walked towards the nearby office window and looked down at the view below. He glanced down at his watch then to the office door as if he were expecting someone else to join them.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE SOAP PHOTOS BELOW.
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