"Oh, Grace, I feel so much better. I was afraid I'd ruined everything."
Jack had his hand clasped against his chest making a dramatic affect.
"No, it was my fault if anything was ruined. I shouldn't have gotten Karen involved, either." Grace, relieved, sat back on the couch.
"Karen! Oh, my gosh. I feel horrible. She's been calling me day and night trying to talk. What have I done?" Jack stood up. He quickly picked up the phone and dialed Karen's panties cell phone, which was a secret number only known by him. (She'd gotten a new one since Stan had died.)
"Karen's panties." She sounded unenthusiastic. It was funny that she didn't remember that Jack was the only one who knew the number and was the only one who'd be calling her.
"Karen!" Jack looked over and smiled at Grace, glad to hear Karen's voice.
"Jackie, is that you?" He could see her smile.
"Yeah, Kare. I'm sorry I didn't return your calls." Jack apologized. They talked on for awhile longer and set a dinner date. Jack, realizing Grace was still there, had to end the conversation.
"I'm glad everything's worked out between you too." Grace got up, ready to leave.
"Me, too." Jack agreed. He went to Grace before she could leave. "Sorry if I hurt you." They stood, faces almost touching. Grace leaned in and smiled. They kissed and then she left.
Karen's happiness was short lived. After hanging up with Jack thoughts of her previous phone conversation came creeping back to her. She felt left out, a feeling Karen Walker had never felt before. She wished Grace would come back soon and wipe away Karen's fear of competition. She sat back, not knowing what to do. She glanced at the door, knowing it took at least fifteen minutes to get from Jack's to the office. She turned back to the desk and opened a bottom drawer, pulling out a pill capsule. She needed to regain her composure before Grace came back and these pills were just the ticket. She carefully unscrewed the lid and opened the container. The phone rang, startling her heavy concentration, and the bottle and contents went flying all over the desk. "Shoot," She said under her breath. She quickly picked up the phone and plainly said, "Grace Adler Design's." She began collecting the pills and putting them back in the capsule.
"Hey, Karen. I just wanted to see how you were doing." Will's cheery voice came through the line.
"Fine." She retorted, screwing the lid back onto the capsule and throwing it back into the drawer, slamming it closed with her foot.
"What was that?" Will asked, hearing a loud bang coming from the other end.
"Nothing," Karen sighed.
"What's going on with you?" Will asked, concerned.
"Oh, honey," She once again regained her light air, and actually smiled. "I'm sorry, you caught me at the wrong moment. Listen, Wilma, I'm going to dinner with Jack. Grace talked to him today and everything's pretty much figured out." Karen explained.
"Well, good. I'll meet you back at the penthouse, then later tonight." Karen agreed and they hung-up just as Grace came in.
Karen saw it, why hadn't she noticed it before? Grace was glowing.
"Honey, who's Mark?" Karen slyly asked.
Grace stopped dead in her tracks and wheeled around to face Karen. "Nobody." Her answer came too soon.
"Oh, really," Karen picked up a piece of paper and got up, "well he called right after you left." She walked to Grace and handed it to her.
"Really?" Grace played dumb.
"Really." Karen and Grace were standing so close; Grace could feel the heat coming from Karen's body, there faces almost touching. In different circumstances Karen would have grabbed her and kissed her, but she was mad.
"Fine, I met him last night and we ended up sleeping together. Okay. He was really sweet. I really like him, Kare." Grace said backing up and turning away.
Karen felt like crying so she turned away. She didn't want Grace to see how hurt she was.
"No, it was my fault if anything was ruined. I shouldn't have gotten Karen involved, either." Grace, relieved, sat back on the couch.
"Karen! Oh, my gosh. I feel horrible. She's been calling me day and night trying to talk. What have I done?" Jack stood up. He quickly picked up the phone and dialed Karen's panties cell phone, which was a secret number only known by him. (She'd gotten a new one since Stan had died.)
"Karen's panties." She sounded unenthusiastic. It was funny that she didn't remember that Jack was the only one who knew the number and was the only one who'd be calling her.
"Karen!" Jack looked over and smiled at Grace, glad to hear Karen's voice.
"Jackie, is that you?" He could see her smile.
"Yeah, Kare. I'm sorry I didn't return your calls." Jack apologized. They talked on for awhile longer and set a dinner date. Jack, realizing Grace was still there, had to end the conversation.
"I'm glad everything's worked out between you too." Grace got up, ready to leave.
"Me, too." Jack agreed. He went to Grace before she could leave. "Sorry if I hurt you." They stood, faces almost touching. Grace leaned in and smiled. They kissed and then she left.
Karen's happiness was short lived. After hanging up with Jack thoughts of her previous phone conversation came creeping back to her. She felt left out, a feeling Karen Walker had never felt before. She wished Grace would come back soon and wipe away Karen's fear of competition. She sat back, not knowing what to do. She glanced at the door, knowing it took at least fifteen minutes to get from Jack's to the office. She turned back to the desk and opened a bottom drawer, pulling out a pill capsule. She needed to regain her composure before Grace came back and these pills were just the ticket. She carefully unscrewed the lid and opened the container. The phone rang, startling her heavy concentration, and the bottle and contents went flying all over the desk. "Shoot," She said under her breath. She quickly picked up the phone and plainly said, "Grace Adler Design's." She began collecting the pills and putting them back in the capsule.
"Hey, Karen. I just wanted to see how you were doing." Will's cheery voice came through the line.
"Fine." She retorted, screwing the lid back onto the capsule and throwing it back into the drawer, slamming it closed with her foot.
"What was that?" Will asked, hearing a loud bang coming from the other end.
"Nothing," Karen sighed.
"What's going on with you?" Will asked, concerned.
"Oh, honey," She once again regained her light air, and actually smiled. "I'm sorry, you caught me at the wrong moment. Listen, Wilma, I'm going to dinner with Jack. Grace talked to him today and everything's pretty much figured out." Karen explained.
"Well, good. I'll meet you back at the penthouse, then later tonight." Karen agreed and they hung-up just as Grace came in.
Karen saw it, why hadn't she noticed it before? Grace was glowing.
"Honey, who's Mark?" Karen slyly asked.
Grace stopped dead in her tracks and wheeled around to face Karen. "Nobody." Her answer came too soon.
"Oh, really," Karen picked up a piece of paper and got up, "well he called right after you left." She walked to Grace and handed it to her.
"Really?" Grace played dumb.
"Really." Karen and Grace were standing so close; Grace could feel the heat coming from Karen's body, there faces almost touching. In different circumstances Karen would have grabbed her and kissed her, but she was mad.
"Fine, I met him last night and we ended up sleeping together. Okay. He was really sweet. I really like him, Kare." Grace said backing up and turning away.
Karen felt like crying so she turned away. She didn't want Grace to see how hurt she was.