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| Soap Sins Monday, January 30, 2012 CHAPTER 20 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. LINK ONLY! THE IMPOSTER! - Dakota was doing what she did whenever she was nervous - polishing silver. Her antique sterling silver tea service, to be exact. The sun had just risen and the first sprinkles of dawn cascaded over her home in the Hollywood Hills. Nick was still asleep, wrapped in the silk designer sheets of her luxurious king bed. She doubted he would wake up from the noise she was making in the kitchen. His last nose job had made his nose too small to properly breathe through and he snored to wake the dead. This was the cause of her stress. Not the snoring, that is. Just the rest of it all. - This morning, she was going to arrive at the studio with her presumed dead almost ex-husband who planned to pass himself off as her fictitious cousin Ricardo. He had insisted he needed to go undercover at the very studio building where his primetime show had been shot, to search for clues in the attempt on his life. When he sauntered into the kitchen, she had just finished polishing the tea service and put it back on the table. - "Say, that's a terrific perfume you're wearing. What's it called?" - "Eau de silver polish." - He chuckled and asked what the temperature of the coffee was. "I like it hot." - She smiled and said she already knew. - Within the hour, one of his trusted makeup artists had arrived to work his magic for the transformation of Nick to Ricardo. He got his skin tone darker, made his eyebrows bushy, and then changed the part of his hair extensions. Dakota wasn't sure it was enough. - "How about a mustache?" - The makeup artist frowned. "Too Bollywood." - "I thought you were Indian." Nick grinned. - The makeup artist shrugged his shoulders. "I am, but Hollywood, it's not Bollywood." - He eventually caved and stuck on a dark mustache that concealed the top of Nick's upper lip. He now definitely looked more Ricardo than Nick. His ethnic appearance produced a typical soap opera world reaction when Dakota walked into the studio with him. Everyone assumed he was someone who had been hired to play a villainous extra. Dakota had to keep explaining he was a distant cousin. - Bill, who had been drinking scotch since sunup, shook his hand and welcomed him to the madness. No one noticed "Ricardo" had the same shape of face, eyes, body type, and expressions of the primetime star they used to share the studio with. In the soap world, stars were too busy paying attention to their own appearance to notice details about anyone else, and all the people who worked around them were too busy dealing with the ulcers and migraines the soap stars gave them. - Once they were alone in her pink dressing room, Nick felt like celebrating with champagne. Dakota, however, felt like polishing something again. - Nick stopped her from taking a call from her manager Marv. "Best to let him leave a message. That way, you can choose what questions to answer." - "How are you going to find clues?" - "By going to the one place I suspect it all began." - "Your studio?" - Nick shook his head. "Nope. Your producer's office. I'm going to break in and search the place." - Dakota was indignant. "Chip is the executive producer of the daytime show I have been a star on for over a decade. They hired me, built me up, gave me publicity, advice on how to live my life, got me the best makeup people, hair people, acting coaches, interviewers, fan events, free food, free drinks, all the designer clothes I could dream of, and now here you are saying you want to break into his office? Well, I've got news for you, Nicko Ricardo, if anyone is going to break into the office of my executive producer, to accuse him of murder, it's going to be ME ...!" |
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