Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Wednesday July 25th 2001
"Manhattan Party Planning", Tiffany said answering the phone as she glanced through invoices on her desk.
"Amir! Oh my God. Amir, I've been dying to speak to you," Tiffany said dropping the invoices as her hands trembled with excitement.
"I only have minute to talk. Reporters be here soon," he said in his broken English.
"How is your wife Amir?"
"She awake now."
"I heard that on the news. Did she speak?"
"No. She still very sick," he said glancing behind him and seeing a reporter for a major network walking down the corridor in the hospital towards him.
"I'm sorry about what happened a few days ago when you came to pick me up. I didn't know that Starlene was going to be interviewed in front of the apartment building," she said referring to the incident that had created a media frenzy.
"My driver lose temper," Amir said referring to his driver hitting the reporter as he tried to get more information about why Amir was in front of the building.
"I never told them anything about us."
"Are they going to sue you?"
"Lawyers handle this affair."
"I'm so sorry Amir."
"I want so much to hold you in my arms when I see you there with Starlene in nice dress," he said remembering how she looked standing in front of the building in the low cut dress.
"That was Starlene's dress. I was so embarrassed that the cameras caught me wearing that dress."
"You look beautiful. This report cause problem for you at work?"
"No. Clark never said anything about it if he saw it. I think I know why too," she said.
"You are good worker, no?"
"No. That's not why. I think Clark might know what I suspected all along," she said.
"What?" he asked glancing over his shoulder and seeing the reporter walking closer to him.
"I know that Jan is seeing my estranged husband Skeeter and I think Clark knows it too. Because…"
"Mr. Hada excuse me," the reporter said.
"Hold for minute," Amir asked Tiffany.
"Sure," she said listening closely hoping to hear Amir's conversation.
"Do you want us to interview you in the hallway or in front of the entrance to the hospital?" the reporter asked.
"At entrance," Amir said.
"Thank you sir," the reporter said walking away as another man nearby put coins into the payphone next to Amir.
"I apologize," Amir said into the phone.
"I know you can't really talk now. I'll tell you later"
"I send my car to pick you up tonight and you come to my house," he said.
"Oh that's wonderful Amir. I can't wait to see you."
"I hold you very close. I miss you. I see you this evening. My driver come seven o'clock. We have lovely dinner at my house, you stay night. My driver take you to work tomorrow morning," he said.
"I'll be there," she said hanging up the phone as her heart raced with excitement.
Amir hung up the pay phone and started walking slowly down the corridor watching the reporters in the distance as they waited for him.
"Jim. I have it. He's having his car pick her up tonight at seven. It's an all-nighter. We got him," the man said into the pay phone hanging up the receiver and walking towards the front door.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE SOAP PHOTOS BELOW.