Thursday September 14th, 2000
"I tell you rent no problem," Amir said in his broken English into the phone.
"It is for me Amir. I want to pay my own way", Tiffany insisted.
"Then I charge you rent," he said laughing.
"Amir hold on there's another call," she said annoyed at the tone beeping in her ear. She pressed the button on the phone.
"Yes, I have another call?" she asked the operator.
"Yes Miss Diamond, Stanley Morgan waits to speak to you," the operator said in her European accent.
"Tell him I've gone out, please," Tiffany said touching the button on the phone.
"I'm sorry Amir. I'm back," she said as her hands started to shake thinking about the possibility of Stanley Morgan showing up at her hotel room door.
"You do what make you happy. You live in Tribeca Grand Hotel, move in Fifth Avenue penthouse with me or you take apartment at Washington Square," he offered.
"Amir…it's not that you haven't done everything. You've been wonderful. I just need to be able to pay my own way," she said as the tears started to roll down her cheeks.
"I tell you that you pay me rent if this make you feel better," he said hearing her quiet sobs on the other end of the phone.
"I don't know, what if someone finds out" she said thinking about the last time she had moved in with him and his bodyguard Abdul had been shot. The media had swarmed the lobby of his Fifth Avenue building and she had to move out.
"No one ever know that I have anything to do with this apartment."
"You don't think they would find out?"
"No. I stay in Fifth Avenue penthouse and you live on your own, close to me. This never be problem. Meet me there and then you decide."
"I guess I could look again and think about it," she said realizing she didn't have anymore options open to her.
"Meet me there in two hour. I go to meeting first."
"I don't have a key," she said remembering she had given the key back to the real estate agent Don Adams.
"I call and tell him get you key," he said.
"Okay," she said.
"I meet you two hour," he said hanging up the phone.
Tiffany hung up the phone and jumped to her feet in excitement. Maybe she should take the apartment that he had so generously offered. It would be so much better than living in a hotel. She had to get a sense of home and living in a hotel sent the wrong message, she thought. She quickly walked over to the closet and starting pulling through her clothes. She wondered what she should wear to the apartment tonight. It had been a long time since she had been with Amir. She wanted to look her very best. The ringing of the phone interrupted her thoughts. She wondered if she should answer and realized that she had told them to screen her calls. She picked up the ringing phone.
"Hello", she answered.
"Don Adams is on the line for you Miss Diamond," the operator said.
"Thanks," Tiffany said as she heard the operator disconnect.
"Mr. Adams, thank you for calling", Tiffany said.
"Yes. Mr. Hada said for me to call you. He said you want to see the apartment at Washington Square again tonight?"
"Yes, I need the key", she said excitedly.
"I'll drop the key with the doorman and you can get in," he said.
"Thanks that would be great," she said.
"I can have the key there in fifteen minutes. Where are you at work?" remembering that the operator had answered the 'Tribeca Grand Hotel.'
"No. I'm at my hotel. That will be fine," she said.
"Of course," he said hanging up the phone. He didn't like the thought of this woman that worked for a party planner and lived in a hotel moving in near his friends and faculty of New York University. He had to stop this loose woman from moving in, no matter what he had to do.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE PHOTOS BELOW.
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