~Chapter Six~
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Forrester Creations
Thomas is still in his office, working on making sure all the information he needs is in order. Hearing a knock on the partially opened door he looks up to see a gorgeous looking face looking back at him.
"Hi, can I help you?" he asks with a smile on his face.
"Hi, I am Maya Avant, Thorne Forrester asked me to come in to meet with him." she says, returning his smile.
"Oh, I am Thomas Forrester, Thorne's nephew."
"It's nice to meet you Thomas. I have a small problem though, I can't seem to find him, his office, or anyone around here at all really." she says, sheepishly.
"That is not a problem, Miss. Avant, let me call him and have him meet you up here."
"I don't want to be a problem, if you can just tell me how to get there.." she trails off as Thomas already has the phone in his hand and is dialing.
"Hey Thorne, I have Miss. Maya Avant here in my office looking for you." he pauses for a moment as Thorne responds. "Of course, I will let here know. In fact this works out great because I have an idea." Thomas says before hanging up the phone.
He looks up at Maya, "Thorne is on his way up, if you want to have a seat." she says, gesturing to a chair.
"Thank you so much. I am not sure I would have found him." she says.
A few minutes later Thorne walks through the office door. "Miss. Avant, how are you doing?" Thorne asks.
"Please, call me Maya. I have been doing good, how have you and your daughter been doing Mr. Forrester?" she asks.
"Please, call me Thorne, my father doesn't even like being called Mr. Forrester. Ally and I have been doing good. She seems to like her new job, which is a good thing. Now as for you, I would like to hire you as a model for Forrester Creations and Thomas here thinks he knows just the place for you. Thomas?" Thorne says, looking at his nephew to continue.
"Miss. Avant..."
"Maya." she cuts in.
"Maya, I am going to be talking to my grandparents when they return from Paris about starting a new line, mostly gowns and dresses. I would like you to model it for us."
"Oh my goodness, I would love to. Wait, but you basically just said that you don't even have the line yet?"
"True, but I want you to model on of the pieces I have drawn up to show the new line off. What do you say Maya?" Thomas asks, stressing the last word.
Katie's House
"Katie!" Brooke hears from behind her, as she looks at her sister's still form that is laying on the ground. "My god Brooke, what the hell have you done?" Bill asks as he leans over his wife. He looks up at Brooke, expecting an answer as he pulls his cell phone from his pocket. He quickly dials the paramedics and gives them his address.
"We, we were just talking. I was asking for her forgiveness over this whole situation. She started bringing up my past and I was just pointing out that she isn't perfect either and that she is the one that pushed us together in the first place."
"For heaven's sake Brooke, are you trying to kill her? I told you to just leave her alone for a while, that she needed to calm down before we could try talking to her again." Bill said, clearly frustrated.
"What are you doing here then?" the blonde asks.
"In case you forgot, she has my son, and I wanted to see him. I was going to see if I could take him for a few hours. When I got here, I thought I heard yelling and rushed in." he says, not happy that he is explaining himself to his lover.
Just then, the paramedics come rushing through the door.
"She is a heart transplant patient and has had a heart-attack recently." Bill informed them, clearly worried.
They strapped Katie in and rushed out of the door with her, Brooke and Bill following closely behind.
Quinn Artisan Jewelers Warehouse
Ally is walking through the warehouse looking for Quinn, obviously in awe of her surroundings. Yes, she has been to Forrester Creations, but this, jewelry, is her passion in life. Not paying attention to where she is going, she feels herself bump into a hard male body.
"What in the...?" a male voice trails off.
"I am so sorry, I was looking for Quinn Fuller, but got caught up in all of this." Ally says as she opens her hands.
"Oh, you must be Alexandria, my mom told me that you would be starting today. I am Wyatt Fuller." he says with a slight smile.
"I am, but everyone always calls me Ally." she responds with a smile of her own.
"Well, let's go see if we can find my mom. I honestly never know if she is going to be here or over at Forrester to be honest with you." Wyatt says as he places his hand on the small of her back to prompt her in yet another direction than the ones that they had both just come from.
Forrester Jet
"Mr. Spencer, the captain has just informed me that we will be landing shortly." the attendant said, catching Liam's attention.
"Thank you." was all he said in reply, before the brunette woman walked away.
"Finally, I am almost there Steffy." he says to himself as he pulls the ring from his pocket.
Forrester Creations
Thomas is showing some of his designs to Thorne and Maya in his office when the phone rings. "Give me a minute, it's my mom." he says as he looks at his phone.
"Hi mom, how are you?" the young man says. Suddenly, Thomas is smiling, "That is so awesome mom! When? Are you guys coming back here for the wedding?" he asks with excitement. After a few more minutes he gets off the phone. Turning around he sees Maya, he goes over to give her a big hug.
"What is that about a wedding Thomas?" Thorne asks.
"Mom is getting married, to dad again!" he says, still excited, but letting go of Maya.
"I didn't know that they were back together. I mean, I know Taylor went to Paris, but still..." Thorne says in shock.
"That is great news Thomas." Maya adds.
Outside Katie's Hospital Room
Brooke is standing there on the phone. "I have paid you enough not to say a word. Nobody and I mean nobody can know." Brooke says before hanging up.
Standing in the doorway, unseen by the blonde, was standing one Bill Spencer.