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| Soap Sins Monday, February 6, 2012 CHAPTER 21 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. LINK ONLY! CAUGHT RED-HANDED! - Brent the blonde surfer dude was a gem and Dakota told him as much when he agreed to lure the receptionist away from her station in front of the executive producer's office. All it took was a wink and a whisper that he wanted a few minutes alone with her in his dressing room and she was gone. It was lunchtime, and that meant Chip the producer was having another pompous power lunch with the suits at the network. The booze would flow freely and they would pat each other on the back, loudly trying to outdo each other. This time Dakota was glad about it, as it would give herself and partner in crime Nick the time they needed to snoop around for ... whatever it was they were snooping around for. - She ushered Nick into the large office and shut the door behind them. - He fixed his fake mustache. "When will Buffy or Muffy or whatever her name is be back?" - "Probably 15 minutes or so. Nick, you haven't told me what we are looking for. But now I think we might be wasting our time, since I don't know the password to Chip's computer." - "Chip's too much of an old fart to do anything on his computer besides play games and send inane emails. If there's anything, it will be in his mail. The snail mail, that is. We want to see all his bills. I will explain why later. We have to be careful. It's the kind of thing that could get us killed." - Dakota didn't bat a false eyelash. "The bills are with the accounting department and that lady runs it like a tight ship." - Nick sauntered over to a Daytime Emmy the show had won a decade ago, and examined it. "Say, this feels lighter than the primetime awards that get handed out." - "She won't let us get near anything." - "The Emmy statue? Don't be so melodramatic, darlin, this could be the show's next Emmy year." - "I meant the accounting hag. Nick, I thought you had a plan." - He flashed his pearly whites. "The plan is the thing, ain't it!" - Dakota sighed and glanced around the room. Like every other actor in Hollywood, he cut a great image and had loads of ideas and one liners from scripts, but improvisation was his weak point. Not her! She was a survivor and nothing if not original. She sat down in Chip's swivel chair and Nick chuckled. "Shhh!" she whispered. "I am getting into character. Let me see, where would Chip have hidden his cell phone records? He wouldn't want them to be at home, because then his wife would see all the calls he makes to his twenty-one-year-old mistress." She opened the top desk drawer and saw a bottle of whisky, then shut it. But the drawer underneath contained something she lifted up and held in the air. "Voila. An Emmy Award. And it's heavier than the one you must be holding." - Nick placed his on the desk and Dakota placed the one that had been in the bottom drawer next to it. "Two Emmy awards for best show." - Dakota shook her pretty head. "We only ever won one Emmy for best show. The real one is the one from the drawer. The one from the shelf is a fake." - Nick was impressed. "Smart and beautiful. Now we'll get our man." - She took the fake Emmy and toyed with the bottom until the cover came off. The most recent cell phone bills came out in a tight roll. Dakota had the cell phone bills in one hand, the fake Emmy in the other when someone loudly cleared their throat. Nick pointed, as he was facing the door, which had been silently opened. Dakota turned around in the swivel chair and Chip the producer gave her an intense look. - "I know exactly what you want and I know why ...!" |
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