The story so far ....
Fallon encounters Dylan on the same road he met Krystle, she offers to help him gain employment at Alexis's new hotel.. Monica Colby comes face to face with Max Benaducci, not realising how dangerous he is ... While on their way to the court hearing, Alexis and Amanda are told Van Dorn has died in a road accident..
********In the true tradition of the nightime drama, have decided to take a break until the Autumn.*****
Alexis could hardly believe Jeremy Van Dorn was dead, all over in a flash, literally! She found the whole incident breathtaking, but relieved that the court hearing had ended, before it even began. If only she could sort out Amanda's problem with the dreaded Max Bonaducci. She had received a telephone call from Sable to let her know that Monica had encountered Max at The Ritz Carlton. She mentioned how he had been using his producer moniker, Maxwell La Ducci. Monica had not been aware of the threat he possessed as regards to Amanda, or of the abuse he had inflicted on her. There was little that could be done until he surfaced again and Victor advised Alexis not to get the police involved as he would try and sort it himself. Alexis agreed to go along with that, she would try and forget about Max until tomorrow at least.. After all she had the social event of the season to host, she had put alot of time and effort into it. Alexis surveyed her new suite, she was excited at the freshness of it all, the decor all to her own taste. She truly embraced a change of scenery, it kept her effervescent, full of vitality! A whole new scene was what she needed, she had put her penthouse on the market, most of it's contents included. It was amazing how much one accumalated, after selecting her favourite pieces of art deco, photographs and momentos, all the rest she left.. Her wardrobe was another task, after some deliberation she managed to select a few essential gowns and other pieces, her furs were almost a part of her, fashionable or not, she had them years, why should she part with them now? The remainder of her designer wardrobe would be auctioned off for charity, she favoured many, she helped alot. Perusing through her to do list, it was pleasing to see all the boxes were now ticked, it was all systems go! Alexis poured hereslf a scotch and cola to get her in the party mood, a knock on her suite door heralded the arrival of her son Steven, who had just flown in from Washington for the event.
"Darling! So good to see you! On your own?"
Steven kissed his mother and sat down.
"Bart had some business in town.. He will be with me tonight. Danny is gone skiing with a couple of his mates.. It is probably best at his age to have some time away with his friends. He sends his love.."
Alexis had to agree, teenage years can be difficult, it would do him no harm to have his own space.
"Have you had any contact with Sammy Jo? No more threats or ultimatums?"
Steven left his seat to go and pour himself a large scotch.
"No! I haven't seen or heard from her since.. She will never give up.. She thrives on confrontation.. Hopefully we wont have to worry about her for much longer!"
Alexis stood behind him now, her hand on his shoulder.
"Darling! As soon as the hotel is fully open, I will put our plan in motion. What with my unrated dvd, plus a few choice witnesses, little miss bimbo won't even get parental rights for a Chihuahua!"
Steven gave his mother a half hearted smile.He wished it was that easy to rid himself of his self centered ex-wife. Only time would tell..
Monica Colby was shocked at the level, Maxwell La Ducci had sunk too in his torment of Amanda. If only she had known Maxwell was the cause of Amanda and Connie fleeing to Denver. Her mother had known about it all, but had promised to keep the semi secret. She had to admit, she had sensed a difference in him, since the last time she had seen him in Hollywood. Gone was the suave, smooth talking, well groomed Maxwell, so called Hollywood producer.. What she now found was an unsteady, unshaven, yet still handsome predator. Monica sat in the lounge of The Ritz Carlton, as she had the day before.. Dominique Deveraux was indeed in the building, on her way down from her suite. Monica only hoped Maxwell did not put in another appearance, as she was not prepared for him, she could hardly perform a citizens arrest!
"Monica Darling! Finally! Damn snow grounded me at JFK. Irving was certainly not stuck at a busy airport when he wrote 'White Christmas'! Thank heavens for the VIP lounge!"
Dominique gave Monica an air kiss, then collapsing into a waiting chair.
"Never mind.. You are here in one fabulous piece! What is this wonderful news you are dying to tell me?"
Dominique smiled, leaning forward in her seat, excitement overcame her..
"It's sensational news! My good friend Jonathan De Wolffe has persuaded me to make a comeback. I am going on a tour of the good old US of A! Europe is also on the cards.. I am in talks to cut an album. How exciting is that?"
Dominique was elated, Monica was pleased for her, she was a true talent, with many fans out there.
"Fabulous news! I want a front row seat! You do know it is cd's now? They got rid of 78's ages ago!"
They both laughed.
"Hilarious darling! I gather Alexis will be belle of the ball tonight. Making her grand entrance as usual. That woman is a viper in panty hose, but Jonathan asked me to be his guest.. to be honest I am a little curious to see what she has done with the hotel."
They both agreed on all counts, a cute waiter arrived to take their order, coffee all round with delicious scottish shortbreads on the side. They both had lots to chat about, too consumed to see a man watching them from across the room.Max Bonaducci decided a makeover was in order, a wet shave, some casual clothes, his hair cropped, he needed to blend in. He was determined to find Amanda, although it was not now a case of finding her, but getting access. Monica Colby could be the answer, he would keep a tail on her, the time would finally come for a reunion!
Invitations in hand, suits immaculate, gowns necklines plunging, fabric glittering, the good and the great were arriving at The Morell Plaza, welcomed by the lure of Kristal and the decadency of Beluga Caviar. Alexis had yet to make her grand entrance, she put the finishing touches to her makeup, sprayed enough scent to leave them wanting more, looked in the mirror to apply an extra coat of lip gloss. She did look fabulous, why wait for anyone to tell her so! She adjusted the neckline on her gown, the clearout of her wardrobe unearthed some vintage treasures. She decided on a jungle red Valentino floor length gown, she congradulated herself on been able to still fit into it, over twenty years later! She adjusted her fringe, made sure her Cartier ear-rings were secure, just about to leave the suite when a knock came to her door.
"Alexis! Before you go down to meet your guests, I just wanted to let you know I have been down to the police department. Jeremy Van Dorn was definately killed in the crash!"
Frank Mulligan knew she had been concerned that maybe he had faked his death, as the man seemed to have lifespan of a cat.
"That is comforting news! Did they say what actually happened? Was it just a fortunate accident?"
Alexis would never wish anyone dead, however she would be lying if she said she had not wanted to see the back of him.
"They think he might have tried to escape the vehicle. Had a struggle with the accompanying officer, it may have disturbed the driver who went out of control. The main thing is you don't have to worry about him again."
With that they both left the peace and solitude of the suite to face the invited throng.
Alexis made her grand entrance down the main staircase of the hotel, her handsome protector Frank on her arm. Victor had promised to come by early and escort her, but he had sent her a text to say he would be late, he had a lead on Max.
"Jonathan lovely to see you. Looking dapper as always. Well I don't believe it! Dominique Devereaux I don't recall inviting you. Still warbling on the lounge circuit? All those years of lounging has made you lizard like!"
Alexis had not expected to see Blake's half-sister here, it had been quite a while since they met.
"Why thank you Alexis! Good to see even though time has certainly aged you, your sense of the absurd has not diminished. Jonathan is going to manage me now. I am making a comeback. Going on tour, not to mention a new album."
Alexis looked at Jonathan bemused.
"Jonathan you were always into charity cases. Good luck darling!"
With that she walked away to mingle with the rest of her guests who were still arriving.
Blake and Krystle stood chatting with Sable and Monica about the situation with Amanda.
"I do think Alexis should have called the police. Victor Bonaducci is hardly a moral citizen. Amanda can be so like her mother sometimes, mixing with unsuitable men."
Blake was concerned for his daughter, what could he do if they insisted on keeping the police out of it.
"I never trusted Max, too full of himself. Let us just hope he can be captured before he goes off the deep end!"
Monica looked at Sable, she hoped all would sort itself.
"Would you excuse me while I check out the ladies room?"
Krystle excused herself from the group and made her way to the lobby powder room. She followed the sign as best as she could, but somehow found herself off course. She spotted a waiter standing in the distance, his back to her.
"Young man would you be kind enough to direct me to the powder room?"
Krystle stood behind him, when he turned to face her she got quite a shock.
"Hello Krystle! Surprised to see me here? Fallon Colby recommended me for a job. Who was I to argue."
Krystle did not know quite what to say, Dylan was the last person she expected to see.
"I thought we agreed we would not see each other again. How did you get involved with Fallon?"
Dylan smiled, unfazed at her unease.
"Met her on the highway. Same as we met. My sister adored your family you know! That is until you all turned your back on her! Of course it all began when you had an affair with her husband!"
Krystle was dumfounded. What on earth was he talking about?
"Dylan! Who is your sister? I haven't a clue what you are talking about."
Dylan grabbed her arm. Thoughts of the past tranformed his persona.
"Claudia Blaisdel was my sister! She had a nervous breakdown when you tore her family apart. It may have been years ago.. But I need to seek closure. Someone has to pay for killing her!"
Krystle's heart began to race as he tightened his grip on her arm. She had to get away, to alert the others. What could she do?
Alexis was enjoying herself, catching up with old friends, she was chatting with Steven and Bart when Frank whispered in her ear that he needed to see her alone. They went into the office behind the reception desk.
"Frank! What is the matter? Has something happened?"
Frank looked uneasy, she sensed bad news..
"Alexis! Just got a call from the New York bureau. It's Steven's ex-wife Sammy Jo.. She is dead!"
Alexis sat down with the shock. Yesterday Jeremy Van Dorn and now another of her least favourite people.
"My god! How did it happen? I can't believe it."
Frank had just recieved a text message on his mobile phone.
"Alexis! Just got a tip off. The police are here to see Steven!"
They both returned to the party to find Steven, to break the news, to warn him of the impending visitors.
"Darling! Sammy Jo is dead! How? we don't know all the facts yet. Maybe the police can tell us?"
A couple of undercover officers aproached them.
"Steven Carrington? You will have to come with us. We will have to detain you for questioning regarding the murder of Sammy Jo Reece!"
Shocked faces abounded, just as Steven was about to be led out of the ballroom, a commotion could be heard in the lobby. Everyone turned to look as a man ran in brandishing a gun.
"Amanda! If you come with me now.. No one will get hurt!"
Max Benaducci had arrived, injuring a security guard at the entrance. Everyone had momentarly frozen with shock, just then Krystle ran out of a side passage with Dylan in pursuit, Max was caught off guard, a struggle ensued, shots were fired, blood was spilt. Who had bitten the bullett!!
To Be Continued.....
(c) 2011 Mark McMorrow..
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