Chapter Seven
Karen arrived at the building and walked inside. Everything was so luxurious, even more luxurious than Stan's offices. "Wow," she whispered, as she looked around. "Miss Gin, here is the report you asked for," the secretary said, tapping Karen on the shoulder. "What?" Karen asked confused, turning around. "Oh I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else," the woman answered apologetically. "Well don't do it again," Karen said rudely, walking to the elevator. She got in and pressed the button for the 38th floor just like Grace had told her to do. She stepped out onto the squeaky clean floor and walked right into the office. "Karen," Carter greeted simply when she saw the brown-haired woman. "I'm not here to chat so lets just get right down to what I came here for. Give Grace her job back," Karen demanded. "I'm not one of your maids. You need to ask me nicely," Carter said smiling. Karen scoffed as she crossed her arms. "You think you're so fabulous, don't you?" she asked, as Carter tauntingly drank her martini. "I don't think I'm fabulous, I know I am," she answered as she let out a laugh. "Honey, just let her have damn job back!" Karen exclaimed annoyed. "Ask me nicely," Carter said as Karen sighed. "Can Grace please have her job back?" she asked, cursing lightly to herself for actually asking nicely. Carter smiled and then shook her head. "No," she answered as Karen's mouth dropped open. "What!" she screamed, as Carter shrugged. "I've already found someone else, sorry," she said as Karen stomped her foot on the ground. "I can't believe I fell for this," she said. "Face it Mrs. Walker, you are weak," Carter replied. "I am not!" Karen shot back. "Yes you are. Insults come easy to you when you are with people. When you are alone, you have no one to show off in front of. Take Jack for instance. You want to look good in front of him, so you insult people," Carter said. "I do not show off...Wait, how do you know about Jack?" Karen asked curiously, as Carter stood up. "You need to watch your back. I know a lot of things," she answered, walking to the door. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting to attend to," she said. "At six o'clock at night? Yeah right," Karen replied skeptically. "Think what you want," Carter said, as she opened the door and motioned Karen out. "Fine, I'll leave. But if you get anywhere near my Jackie, I'll be after you," Karen threatened, getting right up into Carter's face. "Afraid I might take loverboy away?" she asked smirking. Karen decided not to respond and simply left the room. Carter watched her leave and couldn't help but sigh. "One day you'll realize there is something more than friendship between you two," she muttered as she closed the door behind her.
One hour later, Karen arrived at her home prepared to see Stan. He had been gone for two weeks and finally he'd be home. She walked upstairs and opened the bedroom door. "Stanley?" she asked, looking around the room. When she didn't see him she walked over to the intercom and asked for Rosario. "Mr. Stan decided to stay another week," the rough voice informed. "What? Why didn't he tell me?" Karen asked. "I don't know," Rosario answered as Karen walked away from the intercom. Stan had never not told her anything. She was beginning to feel very suspicious of her husband...
:: Jack's Apartment ::
"Oh I wanna dance with somebody, I wanna feel the heat with somebody, yeah I wanna dance with somebody, with somebody who loves me," Jack sang as the doorbell rang. He walked to the door and opening it, saw the Barney's delivery man. "Another delivery?" Jack asked flirtatiously. "A very big package," the man answered. Jack looked down at where the man was referring to and he couldn't help but smile excitedly. "Come on in," he offered and the man gladly accepted by walking into the apartment.
Meanwhile in the apartment across the hall, Will was making dinner while Grace was flipping through the channels on the televison. After about a minute, she turned it off and sighed. "There is nothing good on," she complained, throwing the remote control on the couch. "I heard they are playing the E True Hollywood Story of LaToya Jackson," Will said as Grace gave him a blank stare. "What's your point? Please don't tell me you were going to watch that," she replied. "Well..." he started as she laughed. "Oh my God, you were going to watch that!" she exclaimed. "You have to admit, it is interesting to see her face and how it looks like a combination of Michael and Janet," he said, stirring the soup he was making. She smiled and walked into the kitchen. "Give me some," she said, as he took the spoon and dipped it in the brown liquid. He brought it up to her mouth and poured it in. "It's good," she said, licking the spoon. "Just good?" he asked raising his eyebrows. "Fine, its great," she answered rolling her eyes, as he smiled. "That's what I thought," he said, grabbing two bowels from inside a cabinet.
Karen arrived at the building and walked inside. Everything was so luxurious, even more luxurious than Stan's offices. "Wow," she whispered, as she looked around. "Miss Gin, here is the report you asked for," the secretary said, tapping Karen on the shoulder. "What?" Karen asked confused, turning around. "Oh I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else," the woman answered apologetically. "Well don't do it again," Karen said rudely, walking to the elevator. She got in and pressed the button for the 38th floor just like Grace had told her to do. She stepped out onto the squeaky clean floor and walked right into the office. "Karen," Carter greeted simply when she saw the brown-haired woman. "I'm not here to chat so lets just get right down to what I came here for. Give Grace her job back," Karen demanded. "I'm not one of your maids. You need to ask me nicely," Carter said smiling. Karen scoffed as she crossed her arms. "You think you're so fabulous, don't you?" she asked, as Carter tauntingly drank her martini. "I don't think I'm fabulous, I know I am," she answered as she let out a laugh. "Honey, just let her have damn job back!" Karen exclaimed annoyed. "Ask me nicely," Carter said as Karen sighed. "Can Grace please have her job back?" she asked, cursing lightly to herself for actually asking nicely. Carter smiled and then shook her head. "No," she answered as Karen's mouth dropped open. "What!" she screamed, as Carter shrugged. "I've already found someone else, sorry," she said as Karen stomped her foot on the ground. "I can't believe I fell for this," she said. "Face it Mrs. Walker, you are weak," Carter replied. "I am not!" Karen shot back. "Yes you are. Insults come easy to you when you are with people. When you are alone, you have no one to show off in front of. Take Jack for instance. You want to look good in front of him, so you insult people," Carter said. "I do not show off...Wait, how do you know about Jack?" Karen asked curiously, as Carter stood up. "You need to watch your back. I know a lot of things," she answered, walking to the door. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting to attend to," she said. "At six o'clock at night? Yeah right," Karen replied skeptically. "Think what you want," Carter said, as she opened the door and motioned Karen out. "Fine, I'll leave. But if you get anywhere near my Jackie, I'll be after you," Karen threatened, getting right up into Carter's face. "Afraid I might take loverboy away?" she asked smirking. Karen decided not to respond and simply left the room. Carter watched her leave and couldn't help but sigh. "One day you'll realize there is something more than friendship between you two," she muttered as she closed the door behind her.
One hour later, Karen arrived at her home prepared to see Stan. He had been gone for two weeks and finally he'd be home. She walked upstairs and opened the bedroom door. "Stanley?" she asked, looking around the room. When she didn't see him she walked over to the intercom and asked for Rosario. "Mr. Stan decided to stay another week," the rough voice informed. "What? Why didn't he tell me?" Karen asked. "I don't know," Rosario answered as Karen walked away from the intercom. Stan had never not told her anything. She was beginning to feel very suspicious of her husband...
:: Jack's Apartment ::
"Oh I wanna dance with somebody, I wanna feel the heat with somebody, yeah I wanna dance with somebody, with somebody who loves me," Jack sang as the doorbell rang. He walked to the door and opening it, saw the Barney's delivery man. "Another delivery?" Jack asked flirtatiously. "A very big package," the man answered. Jack looked down at where the man was referring to and he couldn't help but smile excitedly. "Come on in," he offered and the man gladly accepted by walking into the apartment.
Meanwhile in the apartment across the hall, Will was making dinner while Grace was flipping through the channels on the televison. After about a minute, she turned it off and sighed. "There is nothing good on," she complained, throwing the remote control on the couch. "I heard they are playing the E True Hollywood Story of LaToya Jackson," Will said as Grace gave him a blank stare. "What's your point? Please don't tell me you were going to watch that," she replied. "Well..." he started as she laughed. "Oh my God, you were going to watch that!" she exclaimed. "You have to admit, it is interesting to see her face and how it looks like a combination of Michael and Janet," he said, stirring the soup he was making. She smiled and walked into the kitchen. "Give me some," she said, as he took the spoon and dipped it in the brown liquid. He brought it up to her mouth and poured it in. "It's good," she said, licking the spoon. "Just good?" he asked raising his eyebrows. "Fine, its great," she answered rolling her eyes, as he smiled. "That's what I thought," he said, grabbing two bowels from inside a cabinet.