Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Tuesday May 22nd 2001
"Is Father in the office yet?" Jan snapped as she pushed the heavy glass doors open into the reception area of her Father Stanley Morgan's lobby.
"I'll see," the receptionist said seeing the anger on Jan's face.
"You'll see? What does that mean? Either he's in the office or he's not," Jan said much too loudly.
"Mr. Morgan your daughter Jan is here to see you," the pretty young secretary said into the phone.
"You knew all along he was in the office. He has to walk past you to get in. I think Father better start giving IQ tests before he hires," Jan said walking past the receptionist's desk hurriedly touching a stack of freshly printed letters with her skirt and sending them flying to the floor. Jan turned briefly to watch the letters scatter about the lobby and quickly picked up her pace towards her Father's office. She opened the door and slammed it behind her as she walked into his office and saw him seated at his desk talking on the phone.
"I'll get back with you Senator," he said into the phone and hung up.
"What are you doing?" Jan asked.
"Having a day at work. And how are you?" he asked knowing full well that she had come to reprimand him for seeing Starlene, the nineteen year old voluptuous blonde southerner.
"Father I can't believe what you doing," Jan said walking past him and standing in front of the window of his office staring down at the city so as to avoid making eye contact with him.
"Let me take a guess. You saw the pictures of me on TV and in the newspapers," he said picking up his gold lighter and lighting his cigar. He turned slowly in his plush swivel leather chair to calmly watch her.
"Oh yes. Everyone in the city has seen you now with that little hillbilly tramp."
"Don't take it so hard Jan."
"Hard? How do you think this makes me feel?" she asked turning slightly. Seeing that he wasn't upset she quickly turned back to stare out of the window.
"Never! Never, jealous of a tramp like her. She and her sister are low class Father," Jan snapped quickly turning and walking to stand in front of his desk.
"Calm down Jan. This isn't anything for you to concern yourself with."
"Father you've been with young women in the past but this crosses the line. She's low class. Did you see the way she was dressed in that picture?" she asked referring to the very low cut dress Starlene was wearing. In the picture on the front page of the newspapers Starlene was seen bending forward exposing her voluptuous cleavage as she climbed into the back of his limousine beside him in Times Square.
"Well at least she had on clothes," he said chuckling slightly.
"Stop it," Jan said angry over his apparent joke over his last relationship with the Playbody model Laney.
"Well, Jan you were upset when I started seeing Laney."
"At least Laney was in her twenties," she said.
"Is your age bothering you Jan? Is that what this is all about?"
"No. That's not what this is about. I'm tired of you making a joke of yourself with women that are obviously just trying to get your money."
"The last time I talked to my accountant I still had money. Are you worried Starlene might get some of your money Jan," he said becoming annoyed with his daughter.
"Please Father. I don't want to fight. I just want you to stop seeing this tramp now," she said wishing to avoid a conversation about her weekly expenses that he had paid for years.
"I won't stop seeing her Jan. I don't tell you who to see. You're a grown woman. I'm getting older now and I want to enjoy my life to the fullest. It seems to me you would be pleased that I'm happy."
"I'd be pleased it you found a suitable woman," Jan said.
"I'd be pleased if you found a suitable husband," Stanley said as he watched his daughter turn and start toward the door. The buzzer on his desk sounded and he hit the button.
"Mr. Morgan, it's Starlene," the secretary said.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE PHOTOS BELOW.