Thursday October 5th, 2000
Tiffany hung up the phone in disbelief that her estranged husband would call her at work and accuse her of cheating on him. She watched Clark nervously. If only she hadn't let Skeeter's name slip in front of her boss maybe he wouldn't have known. Bringing her personal life into business was the very reason he said he wasn't happy with her job performance earlier today.
"How did you do on your job description while I was out Tiffany?" Clark asked his assistant taking a seat beside her desk.
"I didn't get that much done. Jan and I listened to some of the music to try and narrow the selection down for Amir's party. I didn't have much time left to work on the job description," she said thinking about how mean Jan had been to her while her boss was out of the office.
"Jan tried to help you didn't she?" he asked watching her face closely.
"Yeah, she's faxing over a sample job description for me to use. I just didn't have a lot of time left after all of the CD's we listened to," she lied.
"You just hung up the phone with Skeeter. Has he been calling a lot?"
"No, that's the first time today."
"Are you living with him now?"
"No, he has my old apartment on Bleecker."
"Have you found an apartment?"
"Across from the park".
"Which park? Washington Square?"
"Really! Those buildings are mostly NYU, how did you get into one of those apartments?"
"A friend of mine told me about it," she said looking down at the papers on her desk hoping she wouldn't have to answer too many more questions about the apartment. If Clark found out that Amir helped her get the huge apartment he would surely fire her today.
"I didn't know you knew that many people in New York. How many bedrooms?"
"It's got three bedrooms, but one of them is small."
"That's more room than I have. Does it overlook the park?" he asked feeling jealousy creep over him.
"Well…yeah," she said realizing her good fortune could be her worst enemy now.
"How can you afford something like that on the salary I pay you Tiffany?"
"It's only temporary until I find something permanent," she lied.
"So you're still looking for a place to live?"
"And Skeeter still calls you at work everyday?" he said trying to control his anger.
"No Clark, not everyday. He almost never calls anymore," she said as the phone started to ring.
"I'll get it," Clark said reaching over her desk and picking up the receiver of her phone.
"Manhattan Party Planning, may I help you" Clark answered.
"Is Tiffany still there?" Skeeter asked in his slow southern accent as he watched Jan on the other side of the living room shaking her head in disapproval of his calling Clark's office.
"May I ask who's calling" Clark asked recognizing Skeeter's accent immediately.
"Tell her it's her husband," Skeeter said still seething over her hanging up on him a few minutes ago.
"Hold on," Clark said handing the phone to Tiffany as she watched with horror on her face.
"Hello", she answered.
"You can't hang up on me that way. I'm not finished with you," he screamed into the phone.
"Skeeter I've told you to never call me at work again. I can't talk to you now or ever again when I'm working. You could cause me to lose my job," she said hearing her voice crack with fear as she watched Clark's face grow angrier.
"With all your rich boyfriends you don't need a job", he snapped and slammed down the phone.
"Was Clark there?" Jan asked watching Skeeter start to pace the hardwood floor.
"Yeah, he answered the phone. I'm tired of her pretending to be so nice and then shackin' up with rich guys behind my back. She needs to be told. She needs to answer for the things she does", Skeeter said hitting the wall with his fist.
"I think she'll answer now," Jan said smiling as she turned her back to Skeeter so that he couldn't see the joy on her face. She was so glad she had told Clark that Tiffany was after the clients and stringing along her estranged husband too. Everything was going just as she had planned.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE PHOTOS BELOW.
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