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| Soap Sins Monday, February 20, 2012 CHAPTER 23 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. LINK ONLY! BANG BANG! Previously on SOAP SINS "I suspect your producer was not happy about the fact that we were giving him bad publicity with our breakup and decided to take matters into his own hands. He called someone, who made sure my plane went down and that person's number is on this bill." The still disguised Nick glanced back down. "BINGO ...!" The story now continues ... - "He got a mobster to do it!" - Dakota would have frowned, except frown lines were a known career killer for any actress to have etched on her face, so she pouted instead. "Chip is a lot of things but I don't really think he would stoop to trying to have someone killed by a mobster." - Later that evening, as Dakota and Nick rehashed the latest to Brent the blonde surfer dude at her home in the Hollywood Hills, he chuckled and agreed. "Anyhow nobody listens to Chip the producer. The writers just pretend they do cos he pays their low salaries." - Nick leaned back in his leather chair and toyed with the half-empty champagne glass he was holding. "Then how do you explain all those phone calls he made to Tony Torrerero, the notorious mobster in New York, the day before my plane went down?" - "Torrerero probably owns shares in Chip's production company or wants his ugly duckling daughter to snag a role on the show." - Dakota took another sip of Cristal champagne. "They used to put her on the covers of the teen magazines, but she must be all grown up by now." - Brent nodded. "Yup but she's still an ugly duckling." - "More shallow talk," Nick sighed. - Dakota's eyes suddenly flashed angrily at her almost divorced, almost dead primetime husband. "Daytime stars might act shallow but we are smarter than anyone! Our intelligence is craftily hidden beneath layers and layers of nonchalance." - "And botox," added Brent. "Don't forget about the botox." - True to form, Nick repeated a line he had once said on his show. "I am a man of results. We need results." He then winked at his almost divorced, dishy daytime wife. - Dakota winked back. "Me too, my love, which is why I am going on a lunch date with Tony Torrerero tomorrow. A little birdie told me he will be attending a fashion show at the Beverly Center." - Brent blinked his blue eyes. "A little birdie?" - "Oh alright, it was in the L.A. Times." - Nick grinned and toasted to the next day. "This is going to be good. How are you going to get a lunch date?" - Dakota's eyes narrowed. "I have a few tricks up my sleeve." - Brent nodded. "Fall on his lap?" - She shook her pretty head. "No, too 1980s." - "Pick a fight?" - She shook her head again. "Too 1990s." - Brent helped himself to more champagne from the bottle that had been left on the marble-topped coffee table. "I will just use my charm to get a date with the Torrerero." - Nick squinted in confusion. "The tough guy goes both ways?" - "No, dude, I meant the chick. I am in like Flynn with your almost murder investigation now, so I'll get a date with the mean mob daughter and see what I can find out." - Dakota started to open her red lips to share her own plan when the unmistakable sound of a whizzing bullet interrupted the tranquility of the evening and shattered the window next to her. Someone, it seemed, was already onto them ...! |
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