- Double Breasted Part 3/5
Date: Tuesday, May 16, 2000
- sue hantak <email@example.com>
Laura set her alarm for 5:00 AM. She thought she would get in
a few more pages of after-hours calling before heading to the
office. There was zero chance for Mr. Steele to try to call her
at that hour. Although she knew plastic surgeons do good, necessary
work, she couldn't help but be disgusted at the thought of what
women put themselves through in the quest for youth and sex appeal.
Obviously given the seemingly endless supply of surgeons, it's
a sad commentary on society. Laura herself began to have some
self image doubts. Although she would never go to the drastic
extremes of getting implants herself, she did secretly wish she
had more to offer in that area. Since she had taken on this case,
she lingered a bit longer assessing herself in the mirror. She
lifted, pushed, squished and posed herself, even contemplating
the purchase of a Wonderbra.
After operating on an inadequate four hours sleep, Laura was
dragging by afternoon and not her usual lucid self. She absentmindedly
left her purse at her desk when she left for an errand. Of course,
she also forgot the brochures and Dr. Davis' enlargement images
that it contained.
Laura called from the bank, "Mildred. Hi it's Laura. I need
you to do me a favor...I left my purse in my desk drawer and
I need the account numbers from the banking statement that's
in the outside pocket."
Mildred retrieved her purse and rummaged through it in search
of what Laura needed. Miss Krebs also unintentionally found the
evidence supporting her "boob job" theory.
"Look at these..." she tossed the pamphlets and photos
in Mr. Steele's direction with an I-told-you-so flair, "you
still think she's not serious?"
"Where did you get these?"
"They were in Miss Holt's purse."
He ogled the enhancement photos from Dr. Davis just a bit too
long as far as Mildred was concerned. She shot him a scolding
look as she tore it out of his hands.
"What were you doing in her purse? Isn't that sacred or
"She asked me to get something."
"Mildred there has to be an explanation for this. As a woman,
I think you should talk to her about it."
"Oh chief, I couldn't...this is personal. Besides, you're
the one who is closest to her...personally speaking(she winked).
"I don't even know how to approach the subject."
"Maybe if you give her a little extra attention...compliment
her...SHOW her that you like what she has, she'll forget about
all this foolishness."
"I suppose it couldn't hurt," he didn't sound completely
Mildred returned the items to the purse just before Laura returned
to the office. Mr. Steele took in Mildred's advice and invited
Laura to dinner. She was yet to make a dent in that list of phone
numbers and still extremely tired. "Sorry Mr. Steele, I'm
going to unplug the phone tonight and go to bed early."
"You still need to eat...just dinner...promise."
She never could resist when he turned on his charm. She knew
how his dinner invitations always seemed to include dessert and
coffee at his apartment. There's never any arm-twisting involved
when he asked her to stay for a late movie. Nor was there any
regret when he turned on soft music and invited her to dance.
As tempting as it was, she really needed a night at home, alone.
"Okay...an early dinner...separate cars." Laura specified.
A restaurant called Chivalrous Knights opened nearby. It had
a medieval theme. Armor, swords, coat of arms decorated the walls.
Buxom women in tight outfits were the "serving wenches".
Under normal circumstances they might enjoy the novelty, however
they both were uneasy with the atmosphere. Laura couldn't help
but compare herself to the waitresses that paraded by. Remington
instantly regretted his choice of restaurants. Tonight was suppose
to be all about reassuring Laura that physical attributes are
not important and he takes her to a 12th-Century version of Hooters,
giving her the impression that he enjoyed that sort of thing.
A very quiet and uncomfortable dinner ensued. Remington walked
Laura to her car. He opened the door for her. With her seated
in the driver's seat, he bent down and kissed her thoughtfully
and compassionately. He shut the driver's door and whispered,
Laura made a pot of coffee hoping the caffeine would carry her
through the H's. This process was going way too slow. What little
bit she learned about cons was that the most effective ones hit
quickly and left quickly. For all she knew, this joker took his
scam on the road by now. She would have to use her weekend to
try to get through the remainder of the directory if she had
any chance of catching him at his game. How was she going to
put off Mr. Steele for an entire weekend? What plausible excuse
would he accept? If she suddenly became ill, he would be over
here with chicken soup in hand. An alleged "Women's Seminar
might do the trick. She loathed lying to him though. Once this
case is over, she decided she would tell him about it. That eased
her conscience and still kept her promise to the client not to
involve anyone else.
It was Thursday morning when Laura announced her plans to attend
a fictitious conference. In Remington's office, she apologetically
admitted, "I'm afraid I have to cancel this weekend. I won't
be available to do Catalina Saturday. I forgot that I signed
up to volunteer at The Women's Symposium on Violence. I'll be
stuck at the Marriott all weekend." Guilt prompted her to
promise him, "Next weekend?...Drive up to Napa?" She
eased herself up on the edge of his desk leaning suggestively
A pleasant memory of the last time they were in the vineyards
gave him hope. "You mean...winery tour?" he asked optimistically.
"I'm kind of partial to wine cellars myself," Laura
replied pointedly. She, too, fondly remembered the monastery.
"When does your conference start?"
"Tomorrow...6:00 PM hors d'oeuvres followed by keynote address...dinner."
She was nervous about lying and continued to lay it on thick,
"Saturday is full of workshops, guest speakers you know..."
Mildred came into his office, "Miss Holt, there's a Marla
Banks holding for you."
"I'll take it in my office." Laura hopped off the edge
of his desk and closed her door.
"What was all that business about workshops and guest speakers?"
"Miss Holt is spending her weekend at some women's meeting."
"Are you sure?" Mildred continued to be suspicious
of Laura recent actions.
"Where else would she be going?"
"I still think she's going through with it."
"Call the Marriott see if they are hosting a symposium this
Mildred made a discreet call and buzzed Mr. Steele's extension.
"The only convention this weekend at the Marriott is a bunch
of stock brokers. No reservation for Miss Holt either...Oh Mr.
Steele, she must be doing it this weekend...She's probably going
in as an outpatient Friday and taking the weekend to recuperate...You
have to stop her."
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