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Three days passed before Frank heard any word on Amanda. He'd called Alex's with little luck at all in getting past the ice and steel of Alex's anger. Finally, he decided that if Sasche could scheme, then so could he. He called Sasche for help.
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"You want what?" Amanda groaned and flopped back on the bed. She had just started packing up all of her stuff. Harrold had called her to tell her that the producers of Phantom had agreed to take her back under her original contract conditions and wanted her back at work as soon as possible.
"I know it's short notice, but I want to take you out to lunch. Please?"
"I don't know Sasche. I got a lot of things to do. The main one is pack and get a ticket to New York."
"Meet me for an early dinner. Please, please, please?!"
"All right. But make it quick, OK? Fine, I'll see you there." She hung up and reached for the shoes under the bed.
"What did Sasche want?" Alex came in and handed her a stack of shirts that were on the bed.
"She wants to take me out to dinner. I told her she needed to make it quick."
"You sore with Sasche for something?"
"Yes and No."
"Which yes and which no?"
"I've not been completely honest with you Alex."
"I gathered that. Want to fill me in now?"
"Not at the moment. I'm going to go meet with Sasche then I'll see if I can stop by a travel agent and get a ticket. When I get back, we'll talk." She slid her shoes on and kissed Alex's cheek.
It didn't take her long to find the diner and slip inside. She sat down at the table opposite Sasche and quickly ordered.
"Are you running?"
"No, Sasche, I'm not running. I've been called back to the theater."
"Are you going to say goodbye to Frank?"
"No. It's obvious he doesn't want to see me. He hasn't called me since the nightclub incident."
"Are you sure of that?"
Amanda stopped in mid sip of her water and looked up to see Frank standing there. Sasche looked down, then reached for Amanda's hand. "I'm sorry sweety. He told me that you wouldn't talk to him."
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Three days passed before Frank heard any word on Amanda. He'd called Alex's with little luck at all in getting past the ice and steel of Alex's anger. Finally, he decided that if Sasche could scheme, then so could he. He called Sasche for help.
--
"You want what?" Amanda groaned and flopped back on the bed. She had just started packing up all of her stuff. Harrold had called her to tell her that the producers of Phantom had agreed to take her back under her original contract conditions and wanted her back at work as soon as possible.
"I know it's short notice, but I want to take you out to lunch. Please?"
"I don't know Sasche. I got a lot of things to do. The main one is pack and get a ticket to New York."
"Meet me for an early dinner. Please, please, please?!"
"All right. But make it quick, OK? Fine, I'll see you there." She hung up and reached for the shoes under the bed.
"What did Sasche want?" Alex came in and handed her a stack of shirts that were on the bed.
"She wants to take me out to dinner. I told her she needed to make it quick."
"You sore with Sasche for something?"
"Yes and No."
"Which yes and which no?"
"I've not been completely honest with you Alex."
"I gathered that. Want to fill me in now?"
"Not at the moment. I'm going to go meet with Sasche then I'll see if I can stop by a travel agent and get a ticket. When I get back, we'll talk." She slid her shoes on and kissed Alex's cheek.
It didn't take her long to find the diner and slip inside. She sat down at the table opposite Sasche and quickly ordered.
"Are you running?"
"No, Sasche, I'm not running. I've been called back to the theater."
"Are you going to say goodbye to Frank?"
"No. It's obvious he doesn't want to see me. He hasn't called me since the nightclub incident."
"Are you sure of that?"
Amanda stopped in mid sip of her water and looked up to see Frank standing there. Sasche looked down, then reached for Amanda's hand. "I'm sorry sweety. He told me that you wouldn't talk to him."
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