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Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Wednesday January 7th 2004
Skeeter opened the door to his wife's Upper East Side mansion and walked in. He took off his black leather jacket and tossed it on the chair as he walked into the living room.
"Mr. Skeeter," Ilona the housekeeper said as she walked into the living room. "You come home early today, no?" she asked in her broken English surprised to see the handsome southerner home in mid-afternoon.
"Yeah, I let that salesgirl take care of the store so I could get out," he said taking a seat on the sofa.
"Miss Jan call and she comes home early too."
"Really?" he asked as he took the top off the decanter of Bourbon on the coffee table.
"Yes, she be here any minute," she said referring to her employer and his wife.
"Great. That's just great. I can't get away from everything for even one minute," Skeeter said downing a glass of Bourbon and refilling the glass.
"Something bother you?"
"I didn't get the job modeling the underwear," he said.
"Oh Mr. Skeeter I am sorry for that. Miss Jan she be happy though," Ilona said.
"I don't care. I really don't care," he said as the front door opened and Jan walked in.
"Skeeter you're here?" Jan said taking off her mink coat and handing it to Ilona as she rushed towards the front door.
"Yeah," he said downing another Bourbon.
"You left work early and you're already drinking? I guess you're celebrating your underwear contract," she said her voice filled with contempt.
"No, I'm not Jan. If you must know I don't think I'll be doing the ads after all," Skeeter said as he put his feet up on her antique coffee table.
"Oh," Jan said walking into the living room as she watched him. "What happened?"
"Nothing happened. I just decided not to do it," Skeeter lied not wanting to tell her that he didn't get the job.
"It doesn't have anything to do with the publicity about that doorman and Lola Rogers does it?" Jan asked having seen the tabloids. The newspapers had reported that the doorman of a Park Avenue apartment had been caught in the bedroom with the celebrity Lola Rogers. She had also read that the doorman had been receiving offers from marketing companies, including a men's underwear company.
"No. I just decided not to do the ads," he said.
Jan took a seat beside him on the sofa. "Well, that was a smart decision Skeeter. There's only one problem now," she said watching him closely.
"I've already contacted my attorney and Father had the papers drawn up for me," she said referring to the separation papers.
"Fine, then pay me off and I'll leave," he said taking his feet off the coffee table so that he could refill his glass with Bourbon.
"Why should we go through with it now. I didn't want you to do those ads and you aren't. I'll simply call Father," she said opening her purse and taking out her cell phone.
"Do whatever you want," he said as she hit speed dial on her phone.
"Hello," Stanley answered his cell phone from his office in the Empire State Building.
"Father Skeeter decided not to do the advertisements for the underwear," Jan said.
"I don't think that was Skeeter's decision Jan. That doorman that was caught with Lola Rogers was signed for the campaign."
"So, it was the Lola Rogers' affair?" Jan asked.
"Yeah, one of my associates called me and told me all about it. The doorman was caught in the bed with Lola. The marketing company thought that the doorman was a hot property and he's even been offered movie contracts," Stanley said remembering a few years ago when he and Lola had been an item around town.
"Have you talked to Lola?" Jan asked.
"Yes, she's so embarrassed," Stanley said.
"I'm glad you quit seeing her. Just think how horrible it would be to have our family name dragged into this publicity. I'll stop by your office tomorrow," Jan said hanging up the phone.
"Your old man knows Lola Rogers?" Skeeter asked.
"Most men with money do. It seems that now even the servants do too. I wonder if she'll show her face at the NYC Benefits luncheon tomorrow?" Jan said laughing.
"Tomorrow?" Skeeter asked.
"Yeah, I'm not going. I have an upstate appointment," she said motioning for Ilona to make her a drink.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE SOAP PHOTOS BELOW.