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CentralTexGirl88
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So suddenly I have become inspired to write a story! A little funny, a little sad, and sometimes a little scary. I hope you all can guess where I am going with this tale...Might sound a bit familiar. I though with the holidays, it would be fun to play with a certain...Cad. Enjoy this excerpt! CTG.
It is one of the coldest days of the year so far, December 24, 2015. EJ Dimera is fiercely barking at one of the servants to answer the door as he slams down a shot of bourbon and waits impatiently on his end of the cell phone. The butler timidly announces Chloe Kiriakis as the guest waiting in the foyer.
EJ: What the devil does she want now? I already gave money at the hospital for little Parker. Never matter, Chris, I will see her and send her away myself. ( He turns back to the cell phone...Aren't going to answer me, are you? Scowls a face only James Scott can, and pushes 'end call' on the cell phone.)
Chris: As you wish, sir.
EJ: Sir?? I asked you to call me master!
Chris: Yes, master. I do so apologize.
EJ: Whatever, you piece of lowly navel lint. Don’t expect a Christmas ham this year. Certainly do not see the need in giving away food when I pay you good money to shop for yourself.
Chris: Oh yes, master. Indeed. 4.00 an hour is sooooo generous of you sir. Er my liege, lord… crickey! I mean, master.
EJ: Shut the devil up, you fool. And send Mrs. Kiriakis in so I can get rid of her.
Chloe enters the room, still beautiful. But a sadness has taken over the features of her face. Her eyes no longer sparkle, and there are dark circles under her eyes, from too many tears or not enough sleep. She gives EJ an attempt at a smile. He blinks rapidly, wishing he was watching the Three Stooges on the teley.
EJ: Mrs. Kiriakis, how can I help you? (he almost grits his teeth to have to be kind)
Chloe: ( she rolls her eyes) Rent. You demanded payment by Christmas, or you were going to evict me, Philip and Parker. Or have you been too busy collecting souls to remember?
To be continued!
It is one of the coldest days of the year so far, December 24, 2015. EJ Dimera is fiercely barking at one of the servants to answer the door as he slams down a shot of bourbon and waits impatiently on his end of the cell phone. The butler timidly announces Chloe Kiriakis as the guest waiting in the foyer.
EJ: What the devil does she want now? I already gave money at the hospital for little Parker. Never matter, Chris, I will see her and send her away myself. ( He turns back to the cell phone...Aren't going to answer me, are you? Scowls a face only James Scott can, and pushes 'end call' on the cell phone.)
Chris: As you wish, sir.
EJ: Sir?? I asked you to call me master!
Chris: Yes, master. I do so apologize.
EJ: Whatever, you piece of lowly navel lint. Don’t expect a Christmas ham this year. Certainly do not see the need in giving away food when I pay you good money to shop for yourself.
Chris: Oh yes, master. Indeed. 4.00 an hour is sooooo generous of you sir. Er my liege, lord… crickey! I mean, master.
EJ: Shut the devil up, you fool. And send Mrs. Kiriakis in so I can get rid of her.
Chloe enters the room, still beautiful. But a sadness has taken over the features of her face. Her eyes no longer sparkle, and there are dark circles under her eyes, from too many tears or not enough sleep. She gives EJ an attempt at a smile. He blinks rapidly, wishing he was watching the Three Stooges on the teley.
EJ: Mrs. Kiriakis, how can I help you? (he almost grits his teeth to have to be kind)
Chloe: ( she rolls her eyes) Rent. You demanded payment by Christmas, or you were going to evict me, Philip and Parker. Or have you been too busy collecting souls to remember?
To be continued!