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One Day at a Time
The Calimo Mansion; The
Guesthouse, aka, The Gen Next House
Each room of the Gen Next House has cameras, so the viewers at home can watch the live stream of the action going on with the models in the house. Attached to each camera, is a speaker, so the moderator can address the models when required. Abby, Andrew, Paige, Max and Cheresa all stand in the living room, listening to the morning announcement coming to them via the intercom.
"Good morning Gen Nexter's," the voice says as the group waves and says "hello" back to the voice. "Today will be a beautiful summer day, so we want you all to enjoy the pool outside the back doors. Put on your swim suits, use the new Roboto sunscreen and perfumes and have a great time!"
"A pool party?" an overly excited Abby gushes. "I can't wait! I love being by the pool!"
"Yea, me too," Cheresa nods back to everyone. "Someone is going to have to help me with my back though, I burn really easily."
"I can do that," Paige tells her, as they move towards the stairs to go upstairs and change.
"I'll go change and then you can have the room?" Andrew looks at Max, knowing that guys are sharing a bedroom as Max nods back to him. "Cool."
Abby looks at Max after Andrew has left the room. "Okay," she purses her lips together. "This is your chance Max; we'll be out by the pool, the sun, the water, some fund fruity drinks you have to make a play for Paige!"
Max blushes back to her. "I don't know," he admits to her. "I'll be taking some pictures and with all these cameras, I don't know."
"Come on!" Abby replies to him. "Don't be a chicken! Do you want this to be a good summer or not?"
"I do," Max admits to her and he looks at her and can tell that she won't take no for an answer. "Okay, okay, I'll do it, okay?"
"Yas!" Abby squeals back to him. "Okay, see you out there!"
"So, you believe everything is fine between Meggan and Brad?" Brooke asks her husband as she stands in his office. Brooke knows that she missed the last lunch in with her son and his pregnant girlfriend because she was working with Robbie on the election campaign, but she still wants to make sure everything is going well with that situation. She can't place it, but she still feel like something is off with pregnancy based on some of the remarks that Meggan has made, but of course she has no proof of anything.
Greg looks up from his paper work and nods back to her. "I asked them about marriage and they said they weren't planning on doing that any time soon."
Brooke sighs wishing that was different. "I guess we can't force them into anything," she replies to him. "I'll really try to be at the next meal with them. I do want to be there for Brad."
"I think he's happy that you're working again," Greg tells her.
"Does that mean you're not happy that I'm working again?"
Greg stands up and moves to the bar in his office and pours himself a glass of water. "I take it that means you're not," Brooke puts her hand on her hip. "You know that I was growing tired of being at home all the time. You can't punish me forever for my affair, Greg!"
"I am not punishing you," he replies to her. "I just question whether or not I can trust you."
"What else do I have to do?" she asks him, growing tired of having this conversation with her husband.
He turns to face his wife. "Are you sleeping with Robbie Calimo yet?"
"How dare you!" she gasps back to him. "Of course I'm not sleeping with him! I'm trying to help him become the mayor! You know what Greg, I'm tired of this. At some point, either forgive me and learn to trust me again, or let's end this marriage. I can't keep playing this game with you. I won't."
Before Greg can reply to her, Brooke grabs her purse and storms out of his office. The slamming door doesn't rattle Greg, instead he takes another sip of his water.
The Calimo Mansion
"Thanks for lunch Dad," Natasha steps out of the dining room and back into the living room of the mansion as Bob, Cory< and Robbie follow her. Bob had organized a family lunch so he could keep up with his children. Of course, he also had a few alternative motives.
"Where is Kim, exactly?" Cory asks as he pours himself a glass of red wine and takes a sip. "It would have been nice to see her."
Bob pours himself a scotch before looking back at his children. "Well, she had an appointment that couldn't be cancelled," he reveals to them, knowing that she went to see Greg in hopes of getting more information about Felicia. "We are extremely busy right now with the launch of the Gen Next House."
"I saw a couple minutes of that last night," Robbie reveals to his Dad, thinking of the live stream. "It looks like Paige is having a good time."
"I sure hope so," Bob nods back to them. "It will be good for her."
Before he can reply, the doorbell rings. "Excuse me for a moment."
"How is the campaign going?" Natasha asks her brother as they sit across from one another on the sofas.
"Surprisingly well," he reveals to her. "The polls showed that I did really well after my first debate."
"You did a very good job," she replies to him. "I watched online."
"Thanks," Robbie smiles back to her. "Cory, I can't thank you enough for renting me the office space. It's been great working there."
"Oh absolutely," Cory replies to him. "I'm still hoping the election works out."
"We all do," Bob announces as he comes back into the living room. "Sorry about the diversion, Tyler has to do some work from my personal study."
"I still can't believe that Dominick's son is working for you," Robbie shakes his head in disbelief.
"I know," Bob admits to his family. "I had my reservations, but he did come up with the idea of the Gen Next House, so I have to him credit. Anyways, Cory, have you given anymore thought to my offer?"
Cory sighs a little before he uneasily looks back at Natasha, who purses her lips together. He that Bob, and Natasha, have been wanting him to see Wild Night but he doesn't want to sell his club.
"I have been thinking about it," Cory admits to him. "And, I stand by my initial thoughts I don't want to sell my club."
He looks back at Natasha, who folds her arms across her chest in disappointment. "Well, don't think that I'll give up," Bob chuckles back to him. "There's still time for me to help you change your mind."
Upstairs in Bob's study, Tyler sits at the desk typing into his laptop. He had been at the Roboto office's, but he was struggling to connect to the wireless cameras at the Gen Next House, and he wanted to ensure that he fix the couple of cameras that went down.
He gets a grin on his when the blacked out cameras are again showing footage of the models in the yard, lounging by the pool.
"Perfect!" he says to himself as he stands up in excitement. "This calls for a drink to celebrate," he says to himself as he moves over to the bar and pours himself a brandy. As he takes a sip, he notices a book in the shelf behind the desk sticking out pretty far. He arches his eyebrow, wondering why one book is so out of place; the rest of the library is immaculate. "That's odd," he says as he moves up to the book.
He is about to pull it out when the door opens and Bob emerges in the doorway. "What are you doing?" Bob asks him sternly, as Tyler puts the book back. Bob tries to control himself, realizing that book isn't actually a book but rather a box shaped like a book, and it's where the device is that he used to brainwash Felicia. With everything going on, he still hasn't destroyed it.
"Sorry, the book was out of place, I was just putting it back for you," Tyler tells him. "I didn't mean to snoop."
"It's fine," Bob waves his hand, trying to down play it. "Did you fix the issue with the cameras?"
"I did," Tyler nods back to him. "We are up and running again."
"Perfect," Bob smiles back to him. "How about you head back to the office and prepare the report on the initial ratings and product sales?"
"Sure," Tyler uneasily starts to pack up his laptop, wondering why Bob was so startled by him looking at the library books. "I'll see you back there?"
"Absolutely," Bob nods back to him. As soon as Tyler is out of the office, he moves up to the bookshelf so he can finally destroy the device, but he hears his cell phone ring. He looks at his phone and realizes that he has to take the call because it's important business. He leaves the office, leaving the device in the same hiding spot it was before.
"So, how are you feeling today?" Greg asks Felicia as he stands in her room at the hospital and she's sitting on the sofa, which is all white.
She moves a piece of hair out of her face. "I'm starting to feel better," she replies to him. "I haven't felt this calm in a very long time."
"That's good," Greg nods back to her. "I have changed your medication, one is a relaxant. I wanted you to feel comfortable."
"Thank you for that," she tells him. "I went through a lot last year, so this is a nice feeling."
"Speaking of the last year, I know you told Dominick when he was here that you don't believe you started the fire. Do you mind if I ask you why you are recanting your confession?"
Felicia feels her eyes swell with water. "I've been having these dreams," she reveals to him. "I'm trapped inside the boutique with flames all around me, but I see someone outside. Only, I can't make out who it is. I plead and beg for them to save me, but they run away from the building."
"And then what happens?"
"I usually scare myself awake," Felicia tells him. "But something tells me that the person outside of the building in my dreams is the one who started the fire. I don't think it me was Dr. Lawson. I think I made a horrible mistake when I confessed."
Lukas< braces himself outside of Daisy's office door as he prepares to knock to enter. He has been thinking non-stop about his half-sister's affair with Tyler and realizes that he can't keep it to himself anymore; the images of seeing them together are haunting him, and he has to do something, anything, to make him not see them together anymore. After much deliberation, he realizes that he has to tell Daisy he knows the truth; it's his only hope.
"I hope I'm not interrupting," he says coming into the office, causing Daisy to look up from her paper work.
"It better be fast, I have a ton to do," she returns her gaze to the papers in front of her.
"I don't know how long this will take, but it's something I have to say," he says coming up to her desk. "I can't keep it a secret anymore."
Daisy looks up and arches her eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"
"I know," he looks back at her with intent. "I know that you're sleeping with Tyler Robertson."
"Thanks for coming over," Chris says as he opens the front door and sees Trenyce standing on the other side. She moves into the living room of his town house and turns around to face him.
"Of course," she purses her lips together. "I figured you wanted to discuss Andrew and what else, if anything, we should do to protect ourselves from future attacks from him."
"Actually," he moves closer to her. "I was hoping that we could forget Andrew for a while. I don't want to rehash anything he has done to us. I want to move on from it all."
"Do you think we can move on?" she asks him. "What he did changed our lives for so long."
Chris leans in and kisses her passionately. She pulls back and looks at him. "Don't tell me to stop," he looks into her eyes. "We've had enough time taken away from us, Trenyce. We are finally free to be together. What do you say?"
She smiles back to him before she kisses him back. "Make love to me," she whispers back to him, as his lips start kissing her neck.
"I've called you all here today for a specific reason," Dominick stands from his chair behind his desk and looks over at Leah, Jeff and Donovan as he folds his arms across his chest. Dominick knows that he has called his team together, with the exception of Trenyce who has the day off, to discuss how Robertson Enterprises with counter the Gen Next House from Roboto; he has to come up with some thing or he fears Robertson Enterprises will be left behind. And, he refuses to let that happen.
"I think I know what this is about," Leah tells her father. "It's the Gen Next House, isn't it?"
"It is indeed," Dominick replies to her. "Roboto, surprisingly or not, came up with a fantastic idea. We have to put our heads together to see how the hell we can counter this."
"From the initial reports I've read, Roboto and the Gen Next products are doing very well," Donovan informs everyone. "I realize that's not exactly comforting right now."
"They tapped into a demographic that we, likely, had been ignoring," Jeff chimes in. "I don't think we should focus on a younger line, but at this point, we'd be better to focus on another demographic to try to steal some of those shareholders back."
"I agree with that," Dominick tells his team. "We can focus on the younger demographic at another time. In the meantime, we have to come up with a plan. I want detailed plans from every one of you; the best idea will be the one we proceed with. Don't let me down," Dominick tells everyone as the team uneasily looks at one another, wondering what they can do to compete with Roboto.
The Calimo Mansion; The
Guesthouse, aka, the Gen Next House
By the pool, the Cheresa and Max are sitting next to one another enjoying the sun, while Andrew is in the water and Abby and Paige are sitting across the pool from Cheresa and Max.
"Do you need more sunscreen on your back?" Max asks Cheresa, who shakes her head no. "I don't want you to burn."
"I should be okay for a while yet, but thank you," she replies to him. "Are you having a good time in here?"
Max nods back to her. "Yea, this is exactly what I needed," he tells her. "My personal life was kinda a mess before I got this gig, so it's a nice change of pace."
Cheresa chuckles back to him, thinking about Andrew's life as well as Dawn's. In her mind, this is a good change of pace for her as well. "I think it's a nice escape for all of us. I feel bad for Paige though, being here when she and Andrew just broke up."
"Oh, so Paige is single?"
"Yea," Cheresa tells him. "She's a good kid, she deserves someone decent in her life."
Max looks at her laying on the lounger in her bikini and licks his lips a little. "I know that look," Cheresa swats Max playfully. "You're interested in her, aren't you?"
"Who could blame me if I was?" Max chuckles back to her.
"You have me there," Cheresa winks back to her. "She is a good looking girl too."
"That she is," Max nods back to her. "That she is."
Andrew crawls out of the water and grabs a towel before moving towards Paige, as he sees Abby rush back into the house to use the washroom. He can't help but look at his ex-girlfriend and long to be with her again. He wishes that there was something, anything, that he could say or do to get back in her good graces.
"Beautiful day for a pool party, huh?" Andrew says to her, as Paige leans up and takes off her sunglasses.
"It is," she replies to him. "Looks like the water is nice?"
"Yea, very," Andrew replies to her. "I'm glad that we can, at least, be civil with one another, even though I'd rather us be more."
"I know you do," Paige replies to him as he sits next to her. "I'm trying Andrew, I really am."
He reaches over and grabs her hand. "We could try together?"
"What's going on?" Abby asks as she returns to her seat and is slightly mortified that they are holding hands. She thought that they had broken up, so this sight is most upsetting to her.
"Nothing," Paige replies, removing her hand from Andrew's clutches. "Andrew was just telling me that the water is nice."
"Let's have a water fight then!" Abby stands up and grabs a water gun and starts splashing Paige, and then Andrew, which causes them to shout out. Soon, everyone is grabbing a water gun and spraying one another as laughter erupts from the gang.
Greg opens the door to his office having finished his rounds and is surprised to see a pair of long legs sitting in a chair. He looks up and sees Kim in a tight red dress sitting in his office. He can't help but enjoy the view he is seeing.
"Well, this is a surprise," he says coming in and closing the door behind him. "I wasn't expecting you."
"Surprise," she stands up to face him. "I know the contracts were signed, but you also said these special visits should continue. So, here I am, continuing them."
Greg chuckles as he drops his files on his desk and moves up to her. "You know what's funny?"
"Tell me," she purrs back to him.
"You keep saying that we are both married and should behave," he tells her as she nods back to him. "But here you are, dressed like that."
Kim giggles back to him. "Thanks for the compliment."
"I think you know what you're doing to me."
"Maybe I like what I'm doing," she tells him.
He leans in and kisses her, but she pushes him back. "Greg," she tells him. "We can't."
"You can't tease me and expect me not to respond," he replies to her.
"You're right," she nods back to him, wondering how far she should take this with him. She knows that she has to get information about Felicia, but he hasn't exactly been very forthcoming about. "I should go, so I can decide what I'm going to do."
"Don't keep me waiting too long," he licks his lips as she moves to the door.
"You know I never do," she winks back to him before she leaves. She closes the door and leans up against his door, trying to get her heart rate down.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Daisy stands up from her desk and glares at Lukas. She can't believe that he, somehow, knows about her affair with Tyler.
"I saw you," Lukas glares back at her. "The night of Bob and Kim's wedding; in Bob's study in the mansion. You and Tyler were on the sofa the images have been stuck in my head ever since."
Daisy feels the blood drain from her face. He saw them? She can't believe it. But, she can't really deny it either, how can she?
"You're not saying anything, not that there is anything to say," Lukas tells her. "Let me guess, though, Vinny, he doesn't know about this?"
"Of course not," Daisy snaps at him. "And he can never know, Lukas. Please, I'm begging you, don't say anything to anyone; Especially my husband."
Lukas looks back at her wondering what he should do next. "Lukas, please, tell me you'll keep quiet. Tell me you'll keep this between us?"
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