| Wheeler
Estate: Napa Valley
"What?" he cries out bemused. He moves the hand and steps out of bed, ready to find out who his mystery partner is and is astounded when he sees Brooke wriggle under the bed clothes, still half asleep. "Morning." She mutters nonchalantly, dropping a hand on her forehead to try and alleviate the throbbing, dull ache that seems to be consuming her brain. "Brooke!" Michael shouts, pulling on a t-shirt. "What?" she jumps up and out of bed, her mind working and realizing where she is. "Michael?" "Yes! What are you doing in my bed?" "I…I…" She closes her eyes and continues quietly. "I was drunk wasn't I?" "So?" Michael begins to panic and makes his way to the bathroom. He turns on the faucet and splashes cold water on his face. "I don't think we slept together if that's what you're worried about." Brooke replies from the bedroom. "Uh oh…" Michael comes out of the bathroom and walks over to the window where she is standing. "What is it?" He looks over her shoulder. "Donna's here." Brooke bites her lip but makes no effort to move. "Shit! Get out quickly!" Michael manhandles her towards the doorway but his heart skips a beat when he hears Pilar leading Donna up the stairs. "Oh my God!" Brooke squeals and looks around for a place to hide, Donna's voice getting ever nearer. "Shall I fake a seizure or something?" Michael evaluates the idea for a brief period before realizing how ridiculous it is. "No!" He snaps. "Here!" He takes a bottle of aspirin from his night stand and throws them at her with lightning speed. She catches them just as Donna bursts into the bedroom. "Good morning." She surveys the untidy room and joins her hands together nervously. "Hey. I'm glad you could drop by. Brooke is just as ill as you thought she would be. She came in for some aspirin." "Not sex." Brooke mutters under her breath. Hearing the comment, Michael walks over to Donna and leads her out onto the landing. "Is there anything you can give her? She was up half the night moaning." Michael winces at the appalling double entendre. "She's just going to have to wait it out. I haven't got anything with me. If she has time, she can get some alka seltzer at a pharmacy." "Thanks. Look I'm so sorry about last night. I didn't mean for any of that to happen." "Don't worry about it." Donna reaches up and kisses him on the cheek as Julia exits her bedroom. She keeps her eye on the couple as she descends the stairs and raises an eyebrow when she spots Brooke circling Michael's bed. "Look." Donna laughs. "Give me a call tonight some time. I finish up at the hospital about eight." "Okay. I'll talk to you then."
* * *
On the patio, Constance watches John splash about in the pool as Lauren pushes her fork into a grapefruit. "Have you taken your medication this morning?" Lauren asks. "Yes. You don't need to worry about that. They are all conveniently stored in a nice plastic container." She continues slowly, "And each section says the day I need to take them. Monday…Tuesday…Wednesday…" "Alright." Lauren giggles slightly. "You don't need to mock me." "Good…Listen, I'm sorry you had to find out about this." Lauren reaches over and touches her grandmother's wrinkled hand. "I'm glad I know. But I still think you should tell mom at least…" "No." Constance taps her walking stick on the ground and stands up abruptly, shocking Lauren with her strength. "You told me you would keep this a secret. Please stay true to your word." "I will…" Lauren sees a tear in Constance's eye as she walks away. "Grandma!" "What's the matter sweetheart?" John runs over to Lauren playfully and kneels down in front of her, dripping water onto the concrete. Lauren closes her eyes for a second before responding. "Nothing." She grabs a towel from the table and puts it around John's shoulders. He smiles appreciatively and kisses her. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Isabelle watching them from the balcony. She taps her watch dramatically and he knows exactly what he should do…
Wilder House: London
"It's your father." Travis informs her monotonously and shoves the receiver into her hand before stalking to the couch and dropping down onto it. He picks up papers from a case he has been working on and starts to work. "Hi Daddy." Adrienne tucks her auburn, shoulder length hair behind her ear and listens intently. "I caught you at a reasonable time today." "Yes." She smiles. "Thank you for remembering. I went into your office today and your secretary was packing up her things. What's going on?" "I had wanted to tell you myself." Greg pauses. "I'm moving the operation out here…permanently." "Why?" Adrienne demands rudely. "Because I'm committed to Isabelle now. I've got the offices set up and I'm looking around for a place to live." "Have you thought this through at all?" Adrienne blares and Travis looks up from his work momentarily to see his wife clutching at the console table in front of her. Her knuckles turn white as her grip tightens. "Don't use that tone with me. For your information, I have thought this through fully. The house is going to be big. There would be plenty of room for you and Travis if you wish." "Well I guess I'll have to think about it won't I?" Adrienne slams the phone down into the cradle and without hesitation, she sweeps her arm across the table, sending everything on top of it to the ground. The phone smashes on impact with the floor and shards of glass from a broken vase lie precariously in a pool of water. "What the hell are you doing?" Travis jumps up and runs over to his wife who is leaning on the table, her head in her hands. "Letting off steam." Adrienne pushes him away and storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
Pacific West Industries: San Francisco
"May I help you?" Greg stands up behind his desk. "I'm sorry for intruding. It's just…" She motions around the empty offices. "You don't appear to have a secretary yet. I'm Julia Wheeler." She extends a hand which he takes before offering her a seat opposite him. "I've heard about you." "Really?" Julia leans forwards. "I'm not all that bad you know." Greg's eyes are averted to Julia's long legs which she has crossed in front of her. He runs a finger around his collar, suddenly feeling the heat in the room. "I'm glad. So what did you want to see me about?" "You know I've taken over the Wheeler Corporation…" "Yes." "I thought it might be beneficial to introduce myself and discuss some new ventures I am interested in. I know Pacific West have been looking into solar energy and I wouldn't mind having my finger in the pie so to speak." "You're very resourceful. Not many people know about that." "I have my methods." "I'm sure you do." Greg smiles, seemingly captivated by her. He bends down and pulls open the top drawer of his desk, fishing for a file as Julia looks around the room, taking design inspiration for her new office now that repairs from the explosion are finished. "Take a look at this." He hands her a manila folder and she starts to read it immediately. "I think business between the two companies could work out very well." "So do I." She smiles back.
Wheeler Estate: Napa Valley
"You know she only made you the head of the foundation so you don't have her arrested for fraud." Isabelle comments matter-of-factly as she aligns cutlery at the other end of the table. "Which is exactly why I have to check every grant carefully and make sure she's not up to anything." "Yes." Isabelle looks up and eyes her daughter but Lauren is fully consumed by her work. "You can't be too careful with money." Lauren can hear the hint in her mother's voice and raises her head. "What does that mean?" "Nothing really…I shouldn't…" "You obviously want to tell me something." Lauren drops her file to the floor and stands up, watching her mother through the maze of caterers consulting each other over tonight's menu. "Okay it's about John." Isabelle can see Lauren about to protest but cuts her off. "Wait. Let me finish. He approached me the other night offering to help me get the company back. Why?" "Maybe because he was being helpful?" Lauren suggests dryly. "It's because he is trying to get money Lauren. You're not stupid and you never have been so why can't you see that?" "Could you please just let it drop? I have had enough of this." "So have I! That's why I want it to end." "I now make my living by running a charitable organization. That's hardly a gold mine for John is it?" Isabelle slams a fork down and sighs. "That's exactly my point. The Wheeler Corporation was a gold mine which is why he wanted to help get it back. And now I've refused his offer…I don't think he's going to hang around." "Don't be ridiculous. He's my husband and he loves me. He wouldn't leave." "We'll see won't we?" Lauren is visibly stunned by her mother's callous attitude and remains silent, for fear of saying something she might later regret. Leaving Isabelle to continue preparing, she grabs her paperwork and heads towards the study.
Tuscedero Apartments: Napa Valley
Content that everything is in order, Mark consults his watch and decides to make himself a cup of coffee, realizing that Tommy won't be arriving for at least half an hour. As he plugs in the percolator, and rummages through the refrigerator for coffee, he hears a knock on the door and runs over to answer it. "Brooke." He lets her in and shuts the door behind her. "How did you know I was going to be here?" Brooke remains silent and hesitates. She swallows hard, fighting back the tears that began when she first pulled up outside the building where Morgan used to live. Her baby… "How could you do this?" She spins round and faces him accusingly. "Do what?" Mark is apprehensive. He has already taken enough abuse about renting out the apartment and is not looking forward to any more. "This is where my daughter lived. And you're giving it to a Wheeler? The daughter of a woman who may have murdered Morgan? Do you have any idea how much that hurts?" "I'm Tommy's uncle. I couldn't refuse…" Mark pulls a cup out of the kitchen cupboard and switches off the percolator. "Yes you could. It's like your dancing on her grave…" "Oh come off it." Mark slams the cup down on the kitchen counter and loses the empathy which has stopped him from snapping at the self-pitying woman for the last few days. "Don't be so melodramatic." "I'm not being melodramatic…" "Yes you are! You need to snap out of it. Ever since we met Julia, all you seem to have done is complained about her and how hard done by your daughter was. Morgan chose to work for Julia Wheeler. Yes maybe she got herself in over her head, but it was still her decision. If Morgan was half as perfect as you seem to think she was, she'd still be alive today!" Brooke takes out a handkerchief and collapses onto the sofa behind her, sobbing uncontrollably. "You don't understand!" "I'm sorry." Mark sighs and approaches her. He lifts her up off the sofa and pulls her into his arms, soothing her. "But this has got to end. Darren Kelly escaped and there is nothing more we can do. I think it would be best for everybody…if we both went back to LA." "But what about Julia?" "What about Julia? You can't let your life be consumed by your hatred for her. My sister did that and I already told you what happened to her." "It's not the same." Brooke pulls away and wipes her eyes. She goes to her purse to pull out a mirror. "It's exactly the same and it's not healthy." Mark states firmly as Brooke checks her appearance and runs her hands through her hair, more out of tiredness than vanity. "And what would going back to LA solve? Would you even still want anything to do with me?" Mark looks at her and sees hope in her eyes. "Well, you could offer me a place to stay for a while." He grins. "Oh I see. You want the swimming pool." "Yes I want the swimming pool. So what do you say?" Brooke sighs and stands up, grabbing her purse and clutching it tightly. "Okay. I'll go back to the hotel and book the plane tickets. I'll see you this evening." "Bye." Mark hugs her again briefly before walking her to the door. "And no detours to see Julia on the way to the hotel. It's over." "Sure."
Wheeler Estate: Napa Valley
"You can not name a child Richard Richardson." "Oh so it is going to take my name then?" "Of course it is." Cassie pats Guy's leg and laughs again heartily, at his joke. "You're such a kook." "I'm the kook?" Guy sits bolt upright in mock surprise and begins to tickle her. "You're the one who ate chili dogs and ice cream this morning…you freak!" "Get off me!" Cassie bellows and tries to speak through her laughter. "I can't help cravings!" A looming figure suddenly towers over them and her voice can be heard perfectly clearly above the happy couple. "You two should be ashamed of yourselves!" Cassie clears her throat and sits up again, pushing hair out of her face. "Julia. What do you want?" "Some dignity for my son would be nice. As if slandering him at his own memorial service wasn't enough, now you have to continue to ruin Jake's memory as well?" Cassie stands and points a finger sternly, "I will not live my life according to your rules. What do you want me to do? Dress from head to toe in black?" "Just showing respect would be a good start." Julia places her hands on her hips and stares at her former daughter-in-law angrily. "But I don't respect you and I sure as hell never respected him. Could you be more hypocritical? You murdered your own husband and…" "I had nothing to do with that!" Their voices begin to rise higher and higher. Guy stands behind Cassie, supporting her and other members of the family gather on the patio, watching the scene unfold. Isabelle, Lauren and Michael keep their eyes trained avidly. "Like hell you didn't! And you jumped into bed with David Elliott as soon as Douglas died. Look how that turned out!" "At least I wasn't having an affair whilst I was married to him!" Julia defends herself. "Really? That's not what I've heard. You know, Guy told me you were sleeping together. You were having sex the morning Douglas died!" Hearing a shocked gasp from Isabelle, Guy attempts to intervene but Cassie pushes him away. "You know you better watch it or I'll…" Julia steps forwards. "You'll what?" Cassie spits. "There's no point in this is there. You're just a spiteful little tramp and you always will be. I'm not going to lower myself by continuing. Of course you could always apologize before I leave." It only takes Cassie a split second to make the decision and she doesn't need any words to exact her revenge. Lunging forwards with all her strength, Cassie pushes Julia backwards into the pool and watches with glee as she reaches the water with a splash. "Cassie!" Guy frowns and jumps into the pool to help a struggling Julia. Cassie bends over the edge and leans down until her face is near enough for her to whisper. "Now who's the low one?" She smiles and heads off towards the house. As she steps onto the patio, the Wheelers greet her with subtle applause and she doesn't give her nemesis the satisfaction of turning back.
* * *
A short while later, Isabelle has returned to the dining room and begins to count the place settings as Greg enters. "You look happy." He smiles and takes off his jacket, holding it in his arms. "I am." She remembers Julia's face as Guy pulled her out of the pool and grins. "I'm just setting up for dinner this evening." "Oh really? How do you think everybody is going to react?" "Fine, I hope. We were engaged before after all. I don't see that it is so different." "Hmm, I suppose." Greg sees a drinks cabinet by the window and walks over to it. "Do you mind?" He asks. "No not at all." Isabelle does not even bother to look up as she pictures the number of plates she is going to need. "I had an interesting visitor this morning." Greg announces as he selects a glass and begins to pour scotch into it. "Really? Who was it?" "Julia." He reveals. "What did she want?" Isabelle's strained attempt at stoicism does not convince Greg who frowns, hearing the bitterness in her voice. "To discuss going into business together. She wanted to know more about the solar energy project we're working on." "You didn't show her anything I hope." "Yes I did." "Why?" Isabelle is nonplussed. "That woman is a vulture. Anything you showed her, she'll use for herself." "Actually, I don't agree. And I thought she was quite charming." Isabelle closes her eyes and shakes her head before answering. "She's got you hook, line and sinker hasn't she?" "I know you don't like her but she really did not seem as bad as you seem to think she is." "Because she wants to trap you." Isabelle exclaims wearily as though it is the most obvious thing in the world. How could an intelligent man like Greg fall into the trap of a woman like Julia? But then again, he is not the first. "Oh for God's sake," Greg clenches his fists and stops himself from shouting. "I think we're just going to have to agree to disagree on this one." "Fine." Isabelle pours water into a vase at the center of the table and raises an eyebrow. "Just don't say I didn't warn you."
Elliott House: San Francisco
She heads briskly towards the front door and presses the doorbell with a well manicured index finger. Through the glass in the door, she can see David jumping down the stairs and steps inside as soon as he opens it. "Come on in." He exclaims sarcastically, following her into the living room where she is waiting. He offers her a seat but she refuses. "What's the matter?" "Why did you call me?" She demands. "It sounded urgent." "It is." He puts a hand into his back pocket and pulls out a small black box which he flips open with a quick movement of his finger. Inside, a glittering diamond ring lies on a black velvet cushion and he takes it out, holding it in front of him so that it glistens in the waning sunlight. "What the hell is that?" Julia crosses her arms, knowing exactly what it is and eager not to have it placed on her finger. "A ring. You agreed to marry me remember?" Julia moves over and takes the ring from his hand examining it carefully. He certainly spared no expense. She places it back in his hand and pushes his fingers across it tightly. "And you should remember that I broke the engagement when I told you I had my sights set on Michael." "Yadda yadda yadda. Haven't you had enough with that family? You've got the company now, what more do you want?" "Blood. And I know just how to get it." She takes a sinister smile and waits for his reaction. "How?" "You know Isabelle's mother is in town…" "She's still alive?" David interjects, surprised. "Yeah, she's about eighty but that's not the point." Julia waves her hands to fend off the questions and get back on track. "Well mommie dearest brought Greg Masters back to town. You know, Isabelle's fiance from Europe? He is a very rich man. And my is he handsome too." "You're not telling me…" "I think you know exactly what I'm telling you David. I want Greg." David steps towards her and lowers his voice. "But you were going to marry me. You agreed. And with what I know about you, I don't think it's a very wise idea to back out of the deal." "What are you talking about?" Julia is exasperated. "The small matter of the Delta Group. You may have finished with it now but it could still cause a lot of trouble for you if one of the Wheelers happened to find out that you were behind it all along." Julia runs a finger down David's cheek and grabs her arm with great force. "Don't you threaten me." She warns, pulling her arm away. "Why not?" David smirks. "There's not a damn thing you can do about it." "Really." Julia smiles, satisfied that she is going to wipe the grin from his face. "How about Angela Mitchell?" She watches as the color drains from David's face. "What about her?" "One day, a couple of weeks ago, I happened to be in your bedroom. And what did I find in the closet? Stephanie's little keep sake box. There were newspaper cuttings, a picture and even an account of what happened. Okay, I was a little freaked out that my picture was in there too but not freaked out enough not to discover…how you helped Stephanie bury Angela Mitchell's body. That could kind of make you an accessory couldn't it? You're the lawyer you tell me." David turns on his heels and starts to head up the stairs to the bedroom but he hears Julia's voice following him. "There's no point. I've got it." "It doesn't mean a thing." "Oh yes it does. I want Greg Masters. And if you try to get in my way again, I'll go to Stephanie's psychiatrist, her parole board, the police…anyone who'll listen and I'll tell them exactly what happened. I know you kept Angela's murder a secret for a reason when you testified the other week. You don't want it to come out into the open. So I suggest you take my advice…and leave me alone." She kisses him lightly on the lips and with a smile, departs the house.
Wheeler Estate: Napa Valley
"Lauren, this is Mr Rawlins. Mr Rawlins, this is my daughter Lauren." Isabelle pushes them to shake hands and Lauren does so slowly, slightly disorientated by the black and white monitors which are showing pictures of a bank in San Francisco. John's bank. "What is this?" She sits down, her eyes glued to the screens and Isabelle places herself down next to her. "These are monitors connected to cameras which Mr Rawlins has very kindly set up for us in San Francisco. I didn't want to do it this way but you have to know what kind of man you married Lauren. The sooner you find out the better." Lauren cocks her head slightly to the left and replies slowly. "What have you done?" Isabelle places her hands on her daughter's shoulders, "I lied to John and told him that I had put ten million dollars into his account which he could have on the proviso that he leave town immediately. There are five minutes to the deadline…and we should see him any moment." "This is sick!" Lauren jumps up and weaves her way past Mr Rawlins as she attempts to exit the room. Isabelle grabs her arm and pulls her back in. "Listen to me. This is your only chance to find out what he is like. Take it." Lauren shakes her mother's hand away, aghast that she could come up with a plan like this. After everything they have been through in the past few months and still Isabelle is only concerned with getting rid of John. Conceding, if only to prove her mother wrong, Lauren turns back to the monitors and starts to wait impatiently. "Your mother was right about one thing. This is your chance to find out what I'm really like." John's voice enters the room and the group turn with a jolt to see him standing over them. Lauren jumps up from her seat and runs to him, kissing him. "You didn't fall for it." She puts an arm round him and beams ecstatically. "What a surprise." Disgusted, Lauren keeps her eyes on her mother before leaving the room. John remains and walks over to Isabelle whose face has turned deathly pale. "You made a big mistake didn't you?" He smiles smugly. "Don't get too comfortable." She hisses in return. "I've got my eye on you."
Tuscedero Apartments: Napa Valley "Are you nearly ready?" Dressed in an uncomfortable dinner jacket, Tommy paces the living room and glances at his watch, despairing at how long it takes Jessica to get prepared. "Almost." She shouts back followed by a slight squeal signalling that some kind of hair catastrophe must have occurred. As Tommy looks down at his watch for the second time, the phone rings and he welcomes the distraction. "Hello?" He is rather bemused as he has not given the number to anybody yet. "Is this Tommy Elliott?" A woman asks politely. "Yes. Can I help you?" "This is Dr Baxter calling from San Francisco General. I have a patient here who has been requesting a visit from you." "Who?" Tommy raises an eyebrow, puzzled. "An Amber Lake. She has been asking for you for days. We have had some difficulty in tracking you down." Tommy rolls his eyes in understanding and laughs, "Amber? I haven't seen her in so long…what's wrong with her?" There is a slight hesitation before the doctor continues, "I think it would be best if you just came down here Mr Elliott. Can you make it this evening?" Tommy looks towards the bedroom door and thinks about how Jessica will react if he misses the family meal. She is not so keen on going herself. But he hasn't seen Amber in so long and if there is something wrong with her he has to find out what it is. "Sure. I'll be there in an hour." He agrees before putting the phone back into the cradle. "Who was it?" Jessica asks as she comes out of the bedroom fixing an earring. She looks sensational and feeling the cold, she reaches for her wrap which is resting on a chair. "Uh…it was just an old friend. She's been taken sick and wants me to go see her in the hospital. I'm really sorry but…can I skip dinner?" "Yeah sure." Jessica replies breezily not wanting to make him feel guilty despite the fact that she is dreading every minute of the family gathering. "Can you drop me off at the mansion on the way?" "Okay. I'm a little overdressed for the hospital…but what the hell."
Wheeler Estate: Napa Valley "Congratulations!" The resounding applause fills the dining room and the family raise their glasses to make a toast to the happy couple. "To Greg and Isabelle." They exclaim in unison. Isabelle is pleased that so many people are there. Michael brought Donna and Guy and Cassie agreed to come. Even Julia insisted on being there although Isabelle only allowed it for Jessica's sake. At the far end of the table, Lauren holds up her glass but her face shows no signs of happiness. She is clearly still angry and Isabelle's smile fades when she sees her. "Thank you so much." Isabelle says appreciatively. "Let's eat!" As the family start to devour the meticulously prepared meal, a buzz of general conversation takes over and Lauren talks animatedly to Donna who is handling herself well in front of the 'lion's den' as Michael described it earlier. Whilst the conversation heightens, a bang can be heard outside and the guests look up bewilderedly when they hear a woman shouting from the hallway. Isabelle stands up to see who it is but her efforts are clearly not needed when the dining room door bursts open and Adrienne Wilder stands in the doorway. Pilar is in a great deal if distress. "I'm sorry Mrs Wheeler. She just barge in. I not stop her." "That's okay." Isabelle assures her and Pilar leaves. "Can I help you Adrienne?" She throws her napkin onto her plate and walks over to the younger woman. "I'm not here to see you." She retorts and gazes round the room. "Daddy?" "Yes." Greg has left his meal and is heading towards them. The remaining guests whisper nervously but Julia simply smiles in enjoyment. "What is this?" Adrienne demands. Greg hesitates, "Our engagement party." "What?" Adrienne shouts as Greg turns his back to the table, hoping to disguise the noise. He tries to maneuver his daughter out of the room but she refuses to move and shakes his hand away. "I'm so sorry about this." Michael leans over and whispers to Donna. "Don't worry about it. It's the most fun I've had in a long time." She pats his hand and keeps her eyes on Adrienne who is gesticulating wildly. The noise continues to grow as Greg attempts to placate his daughter and eventually she becomes apologetic. Without warning, Guy pushes back his chair and steps onto the huge mahogany table, stunning everybody in the room. "Excuse me!" He exclaims. "Could I have your attention please?" "What are you doing?" Isabelle pulls herself away from Greg and watches her son, flustered. "I've got a question to ask and I thought that now was as good a time as any." "Get down." Isabelle booms. "No. I don't want to steal your thunder Isabelle but this is very important. Cassie?" He puts a hand out to her and she looks out from the fingers she has been using to shield her embarrassed face. "What?" She asks through gritted teeth. "Come up here a second will you? Don't worry I won't let you fall." Not wanting to make a bigger scene, Cassie gives him her hand and he pulls her up onto the table, placing a protective arm around her. "Cassie Wheeler." He smiles nervously. "I am asking you to be my wife." "What?" She gasps and starts to laugh as the guests murmur incoherently. "Yes or no." He keeps hold of her. "I won't let you down from this table until you give me an answer." "Yes!" She exclaims and kisses him passionately as the family applaud.
San Francisco General Hospital: San Francisco
Hooked up to monitors and machines, Amber breathes laboriously. Her long golden hair is a distant memory and she has lost so much weight that she can barely move her head when Tommy walks into the room. He cannot believe that this deathly figure used to be the girl he loved. "Hi." She gasps and turns her eyes to him. He sits down by her side and takes her hand. "Did they…tell you…what was wrong…with me?" "Yes." He nods. "You've got…you've got AIDS." He bites his lip upon saying the word and remembers the doctor telling him. He was shocked to hear it. "And an infection. My liver…I've only got a few days." Tommy rubs his eyes to stop himself from crying. That is definitely something she doesn't need. But what does she need? "How long have you known?" He rubs her hand lightly with his finger, terrified that he is going to hurt her. "Two years." Tommy freezes. "Two years?" "Yes. I didn't want to do this to you but you've got to know. Tommy…you must…get tested as soon as possible." "No." Tommy fights back the sick feeling that has taken him over and tries not to fall as he becomes light headed. Seeing her cue, Dr Baxter steps into the room and begins gently. "I've arranged for you to get tested tomorrow if you agree. You'll have to have counseling before receiving the results…but if you've got a girlfriend, you're not just finding out for yourself. You're finding out for her too."
Next on Power and Deception -Tommy gets tested for HIV... -Adrienne makes plans... -Lauren has a proposition for Cassie... -Constance confides in Donna... -A visitor poses a threat for Tommy... |
The alarm goes off in Michael's
bedroom at nine am as usual and with a groan, he throws
an arm out of the bed, his fist landing on top of the
battered clock radio. Now that the sound has disappeared,
Michael lies in bed for a while longer, willing himself
to step out of the warm covers. He moves a leg
lethargically and starts to pull himself out but he is
restricted by a warm hand resting on his abdomen.
"I'll get it!" Adrienne
rushes through the front door of the moderate Notting
Hill town house to hear the phone ringing. It stops as
she enters the living room and her husband Travis is
waiting, the receiver in his hand.
"All's well I hope."
The woman saunters seductively into Greg's office and
slips her purse from her shoulder.
Mark strolls around the apartment,
inspecting the performance of the cleaning crew he hired.
After the police investigation, the apartment was left in
turmoil and Mark had left it that way, not envisaging
using it. Now that Tommy and Jessica are ready to move in,
he is eager to make a special effort, especially as Tommy
is his nephew.
"You're crazy!" Cassie
giggles as Guy tells her a joke and sits up on the sun
lounger. They are both fully dressed but have taken a
brief respite from attempting to name the baby which is
growing inside of her. Guy's comic suggestions of Richard
for a boy and Cassietwo for a girl have not exactly been
helpful.
Julia pulls her sleek silver
Mercedes onto the driveway and checks her appearance in
the rear view mirror as she prepares to step out of the
car. Her anger is apparent on her face which has been
contorted by fine lines. She has changed into a suitably
morose black suit and there is no visible sign of her
ordeal.
The room is small and Tommy
blanches as Dr Baxter shows him inside. The female doctor
waits outside as he enters and he is taken aback when he
sees her lying there.