- Revised, Part 3/? - Steele By
Date: Tuesday, January 30, 2001
- Carla Keehn <email@example.com>
See Part 1 for copyright
disclaimers . . .
Previously: The woman continued as the rage she felt inside
overtook her. "And so, Mr. Steele, the time has come for
you and Miss Holt to pay for your misdeeds. . . and pay you will
. . . dearly . . ."
* * * *
Later that same morning, Laura Holt angrily thrust open the glass
doors of the Remington Steele Detective Agency.
The older, white haired woman sitting at the reception desk was
so engrossed in her telephone conversation, she hardly glanced
up at Holt.
"Look, don't tell me that all you have is blue stationery!
if you can't fill my order then Mr. Steele will take his business
somewhere else!" Mildred Krebbs listened for a moment, then
continued. "There's other office supply stores in town,
mister, you remember that!" She slammed the phone down in
Holt felt her hackles rise at the mention of Steele's name.
Mildred's unwavering devotion to the man only increased her
aggravation over being stood up by him the night before.
"Where is he, Mildred?" She asked in a cold voice.
"Who? The boss?"
"Yes, Mildred," Laura snapped in annoyance. "Who
else would I be asking about!"
Krebbs looked up at Holt in concern. "He's not in yet. I'm
getting kind of worried, he - -."
Laura sucked in a sharp breath before cutting off the woman in
mid sentence. "I wouldn't worry about our Mr. Steele, Mildred.
We were supposed to have dinner last night until Mr. Steele got
a better offer from "a client in distress" or some
nonsense like that!"
"A client? Mr. Steele didn't have any appointments last
Holt continued her tirade. "I've given up trying to figure
him out, Mildred! Yesterday afternoon, he was kissing me and
trying coax me into meeting him for dinner at his place and then
he has the gall to stand me up!"
Krebbs' eyes grew larger. "You and the boss were - - here?
thought you were having a meeting with a client!"
Holt felt her face get warm as the color flooded into her cheeks.
She saw a look of panic flash across Mildred's face
"Client!" Krebbs sputtered. "I almost forgot!
There's a man waiting for you in your office, said he needed
to see you right away."
Laura gave the older woman a disgusted look. "Send him away,
Mildred, finding Mr. Steele is challenge enough for one day."
Krebbs leaned forward. "Look, Miss Holt, I'm not trying
to pry but . . . but you've got to give the boss a chance, he
cares about you an awful lot."
"We both know how Mr. Steele is," Holt continued, trying
to feign indifference. "So you can stop protecting him,
Mildred - you're wasting your time."
Krebb's shook her head. "No, honey, you're wrong. Your having
dinner together was very important to him. He-He told me so.
Mr. Steele had something very important to say to you last night."
"It couldn't have been too important since he - -"
unexpectantly cut off in mid sentence.
"I see that Steele's still up to his old tricks . . ."
The biting words intruded suddenly on the younger woman's troubled
thoughts. "So he stood you up again, huh, Laura?"
The voice was from her past, a voice that she thought she'd never
hear again. Holt whirled around and stared in disbelief at the
man that had come out of her office . . .
End of Part 3
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