“That’s laughable, Ben Johnson would be a nothing without me” Theresa’s nervous laughter belied the ferocity of her statement.
Beth stayed silent watching Theresa’s face as all of her doubts and insecurities danced across her expression.
Theresa glared at Beth, “As if you could offer someone like me advice.” Theresa’s tone was derisive and scornful.
Beth stood up, glancing down at the American Express card still on the table, and then back at Beth. Reaching down and picking up the card, Beth softly said “You might want to rethink your lofty attitude, after all I’m approaching seventy and still have young bucks like Jack dropping cash on me for anything I desire. Should you decide you need assistance, I am staying at the Biltmore, Presidential Suite obviously.”
Theresa sat there, left behind like some school girl too troublesome to bother with any further. It was a feeling she did not like and was certainly not accustomed to feeling. A waiter happened by and slide the bill in front of Theresa.
“Great just great, now I have to pay the old gold digger’s tab too?”
Resentfully Theresa paid the tab and gathered her parcels. She stormed off, throwing her valet receipt at the unsuspecting valet, and tapped her foot impatiently for the Jaguar convertible. The sleek powder blue beauty pulled up and Theresa speed away as soon as her parcels were stowed by the valet in the trunk. She drove aimlessly for a while and then involuntarily it seemed the convertible was headed for the Biltmore.
Theresa once again handed the convertible over to a valet. Once again she failed to notice the valet, other than ordering the valet to have her parcels sent up to her suite. She sneered angrily to herself knowing that she had lesser accommodations in the hotel than the gold digger Beth.
Stomping her way to her room, her mood on display for all who came near her. She grumbled and grouched under her breath, her face was a mask of fury, and her shoulders were coiled tight with tension. She slammed her suite door closed behind her and immediately made her way to the bar. Pouring herself a large gin and tonic and she slumped in the nearest chair.
A timid knock on the door roused her from her silent fuming, “Come in, dammit” was the response.
The door pushed open and the bell hop politely asked where he should deposit the parcels collected from the Jaguar.
“Oh any where, for heaven’s sake just throw the blasted things where ever you want.”
The bellhop did so and silent closed the room door closed behind him, thankful to have escaped with no further interaction or demands from Mrs. Johnson. Little did Theresa know, not that she would care if she knew, but the hotel staff despised any and all interaction with her. She was a common discussion point in staff meetings, and management had come very close to requesting that the Johnson’s terminate their extended stay and never return. It was only Ben Johnson’s standing in the community that kept Theresa ensconced at the Biltmore these days.
Wobbling as she stood, she made her way over to the bar and poured herself another drink. She collapsed back into the chair and sipped her drink somewhat slower this time.
“Oh does this Beth person think she is? How dare she infer that Ben is on the verge of dumping me!” Her voice slurred slightly, as she talked to herself.
But then a horrible thought hit her, “What if that seventy year old dried up hag knows something I don’t? Crap, I am going to have to go up there aren’t I? “
Theresa’s voice broke into a sob as she realized she couldn’t risk not talking to Beth. The older woman had to know something Theresa didn’t after all, she was in possession of a black American Express card and Theresa was not. These thoughts infuriated her so intensely, that she hurled the now empty glass across the suite and smiled as the glass shards rained down like sparkling diamonds.
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