The fire started by Mother Drysdale was now a raging inferno consuming all of the Drysdale family home. Flames tore through very room destroying everything in sight and making escape for Detective Morelli, who lay unconscious on the attic floor, impossible.
Emergency services were quick on the scene, alerted by concerned neighbours. Fire and ambulance crews raced to the scene along with several police cars as they knew their fellow office had gone to the house to bring in Mother Drysdale.
As the fire crews bravely tried to tackle the blaze another car arrived on the scene. It was Morelli’s partner, Detective Alanna Noonan. Sergeant Juan Baya saw her arrive and he quickly approached her to give her an update on the situation. He knew that Noonan was close with Morelli and he had to handle this as best he could for he’d been told to expect the worst by the fire chief attending the blaze.
Noonan had a reputation for being tough. She knew Sergeant Baya hadn’t meant anything by saying there was little hope on saving Morelli but he was her partner and friend and she refused to accept anything else even though the reality was her partner would not survive this. Before she could say anything else they were approached by fire chief Jared Evans. He was known to Noonan and she had a lot of respect for him.
There it was – the worst was confirmed. Detective Marco Morelli was dead. Killed by a mad woman who’d shot him and then set the house ablaze to finish the job. Noonan was numb with shock upon hearing her partner was dead. But still she wanted to make sure just in case there was a remote chance that it was someone else.
Noonan slowly nodded as she reluctantly accepted what Chief Evans was telling her. She raised her hand and vigorously rubbed her temple in a state of anger, rage and grief as she contemplated on what to do next.
Chief Evans returned to help fight the blaze. Noonan and Baya stood in stunned silence as they took in the loss of their fellow officer. It was the noise of the roof caving in on the house that broke the silence and Sergeant Baya spoke.
For a moment Baya thought he was going to see Detective Noonan cry and that would be a first. However, Noonan seemed to quickly snap out of her momentary grief. There would be another time to cry for her partner. Right now she was determined to find Mother Drysdale who had now become a cop killer.
Across town Mimsy and her boyfriend Luca were leaving school for the day unaware of the carnage that her grandmother had caused.
Just then a shrill voice called across to them.
Unaware that everything her granny was telling her was a lie, Mimsy was shocked to learn that she had to leave immediately. However, her father had been wrongly imprisoned overseas in Shang Simla for months now and Mimsy was desperate to see him again.
Mother Drysdale, although old, moved lightning quick around to the driver’s side of the car. She tapped her fingers impatiently on the roof of the car as she watched Mimsy and Luca hug and say goodbye.
A distant sound of sirens prompted the evil old woman to hurry along her grand-daughter.
Mimsy gave Luca a kiss on the cheek and with mixed emotions she got tearfully into the car. Once seated she looked out of the window at her boyfriend. Luca could see the uncertainty in her eyes. Under her watchful eye Mother Drysdale gave the teenage romeo a smirk as she too got into the car.
With that, Mother Drysdale put her foot down and she and Mimsy sped off. All Luca could do was watch the car go.
Luca’s heart sank as the car vanished from view. He had a terrible feeling about what had just happened.
Heathen was slowly starting to come around from fainting and he lay cradled in the strong arms of man who looked EXACTLY like his supposedly dead husband Fred.
Heathen opened his eyes and gazed at the oh so familiar man in front of him. A flood of emotions swept through him again as he tried to comprehend what was happening. The man he loved, the man he thought he’d lost forever, was standing right in front of him. His touch, his scent, his voice….Heathen KNEW it was Fred. He didn’t know how it was possible but Fred had returned. Heathen wrapped his arms around him and held him close.
Heathen shook his head. What had come to light in the courtroom following Fred’s death, about how he had conned his way into their lives, Heathen no longer cared. It now seemed trivial. All that did matter was that he was reunited with the man he loved deeply.
And in a split second all that had seemed impossible was indeed impossible. Heathen’s heart sank. This was NOT Fred.
Tears of joy had soon turned to tears of anguish and it distressed Frankie to see Heathen so clearly upset.
The emotions were to much for Heathen. He couldn’t control him self as he quickly grabbed Frankie and pulled him close locking lips with him in a passionate kiss.
And then realising what he had done, Heathen quickly turned away in disgust with himself. How could he have done that he thought as he stood next to his husband’s grave?
Having Frankie be so nice him…reaching out and touching him was all to much for Heathen. He had to get away.
Frankie’s voice calling after him did not stop Heathen from fleeing the simetery. That voice it could’ve so easily pass for Fred’s voice. But it wasn’t him. Fred was dead and yet he lived through his twin brother Frankie. And it was more than Heathen could take right now.
A few days later a bored Fathom was out on the grounds of Siloli taking out her frustrations with a spot of skeet shooting.
It was still quite early in the morning and the sound of the shotgun echoed around the estate. Fathom had deliberately stationed herself by the pond which was adjacent to the studio where her mother had infamously moved herself into a few months back. She’d chosen this spot in the hope that the sound of the shotgun would annoy her mother. Relations between the two of them was still very strained as Fathom had never forgiven her mother for how she’d treated her father. And she had no intention of ever forgiving the woman.
As Fathom instructed the groundsman Terry, who was with her, to pull and release the next clay shooting target, Texas came out of her studio and saw her daughter.
Texas decided to cease this moment to try and reach out to her daughter to get her on side.
Terry released the shooting target and it flew high into the air. Fathom took aim, fired….and missed her target.
Another clay shooting target flew into the air and once again Fathom missed the shot.
Texas knew that dig was aimed at her. Fathom, even though she would never admit to it, definitely was as vicious as her mother when it came to insults. However, Texas loved her daughter unconditionally and she didn’t stop trying to get her on side.
Once again Fathom missed the target. Her mother’s presence was obviously affecting her aim.
Texas said nothing to confirm this and instead let her silence give Fathom the answer she needed. If Fathom discovered that Brystle was still married to Clarke then she would go straight to Burke with this and unleash an almighty storm. One that Texas would not be blamed for she hoped. And also if Fathom was to get rid of Brystle then perhaps she would realise that Texas was on her side.
That was enough for Texas. She would let her daughter get away with her jibes only for so long. Right now she’d had enough and it was time to show her who was boss. Texas stepped forward and snatched the shotgun from Fathom’s grasp.
Terry pulled the trigger which catapulted the clay shooting target high into the air. Texas took aim and fired. But not at the soaring target. Instead she deliberately aimed her shot at a hapless innocent duck across the pond…
And in a flash the poor bird was no more!
Texas turned back around and handed the shotgun to her stunned daughter with a triumphant smile. She departed with one final peace of advice.
The WindenburgSimmington private jet was coming in to land at Simatra airport. Onboard was Burke and Devonique and they had flown down to the Simaribbean island to meet with Dom Simmington, the estranged father of Burke and now Devonique. Dom had agreed to meet with Burke even though father and son had not seen or spoken with one another in many years. He was unaware of Devonique accompanying Burke.
After disembarking the jet, Devonique and Burke were driven to Dom’s colonial mansion overlooking the bay.
They were met at the door by a kind looking Sister Nun. She was the same nun whom Burke had spoken with over the phone to arrange this meeting with his estranged father.
Sister Shutt nodded and then showed them into the house. They were led up a grand staircase to a landing with a seating area. A set of grand double doors led into what was presumed to be the bedroom of Dom Simmington. From those doors came a doctor who introduced himself.
Once inside the bedroom, Burke looked upon the figure who lay on top of the bed. Even though he was a large man there was a frailty about Dom Simmington, not helped by the amount of medical equipment surrounding the bed. Burke stood in silence for a few minutes, the sound of Dom’s deep breathing the only noise in the room.
Eventually the silence was broken when Dom Simmington spoke from his bed.
Dom Simmington sat up and glanced at his son, the man he had not laid eyes upon in years. He quickly turned his eyes away.
The senior Simmington rolled his eyes for he’d fully expected his son to come here and bring this up with him. Dom was not having any of it.
Dom got up quickly for someone on his deathbed, his anger was driving him. He stood in front of his son and for the first time took all of him in.
Dom’s attitude infuriated Burke and he unleashed his anger in a firm raised voice to his father.
Burke was left exasperated. There was no getting through to this stubborn old man. He would never admit his failings as a husband or father. Everything negative that Burke had thought about his father over the years was entirely justified in his eyes.
Burke turned and left the room leaving Dom shocked at the news he’d been given.
Back in Windenburg Brystle was making her way along one of the many upstairs corridors to visit her houseguest Malaudia.
After it was established that Malaudia had been locked up in the simitarium under false pretences by both Mother Drysdale and Dr Broscanni, Malaudia was released and put under house supervision with the Simmington’s. Brystle had immediately wanted to help the vulnerable young woman who’d suddenly been left with nothing- no home, husband or daughter. Also there was a huge amount of guilt on Brystle’s part. She had had an affair with Mayhew, Malaudia’s husband, 2 years ago. This was before Brystle had married Burke and was during Malaudia’s first extended stay in the simitarium when that had been a genuine stay. This time she’d been committed and kept there by her evil mother-in-law and supported, albeit unwittingly, financially by the Simmington’s who believed they were helping.
In the few days Malaudia had been staying at Siloli, she’d hardly left her bedroom or spoken much to anyone apart to ask if there had been any update from the police in locating her missing daughter Mimsy. Brystle decided to approach Malaudia in an effort to reach out to her and show her she cared as relations between the 2 of them had been frosty. As she approached her bedroom Brystle met Siloli housekeeper Nanette Bobbins who had just come from Malaudia’s room.
As Nanette made her way down to the kitchen Brystle gently knocked on the door before going in. Malaudia stood near a window with her back turned.
Malaudia turned around and faced Brystle.
Brystle’s presence and her calm demeanour was firing up Malaudia and her erratic behaviour was rapidly manifesting itself.
Malaudia was not for listening and she unleashed a long babbling tirade at Brystle.
Brystle was at a loss for words. She had no experience of a Sim with erratic traits and didn’t know how best to placate her.
Realising that her presence was causing more unnecessary distress to Malaudia, Brystle decided to leave the room.
With Malaudia’s screams still ringing in her ear a shocked Brystle paused on the other side of the door.
A calm Devonique sat quietly in a chair by the bedside of Dom Simmington. He sat in silence too albeit uncomfortably so. Time passed and Devonique waited for the man who was her father to talk. Eventually he did.
Everything Devonique told Dom was true and he knew it. That’s why he squirmed and twisted as he sat.
Upon hearing this Devonique’s calm approach quickly vanished and she let Dom know exactly how she felt.
Devonique paused and then got out of her chair.
Dom’s refusal to either look at her or acknowledge Devonique exasperated her.
Dom was not for budging and Devonique knew that. But she was not giving up just yet. She made her way to the door.
Burke and Devonique stepped back into the room and together they faced the cantankerous old man.
Dom had heard enough. He sprung up quickly on unsteady legs. And bellowed at them both.
The door opened and Sister Doris came in alerted by the raised voices. She asked Burke and Devonique to step outside while she attended to her patient.
Outside in the landing Burke sighed.
Before Burke could reply they were re-joined by Sister Doris.
Burke smiled for this told him all he needed to know.
And with that a united brother and sister made their ay out of the home of the man who denied them as a father and they never looked back.
A few days later back in Windenburg at the Domino residence Brackie and her new boyfriend, former bodyguard to her estranged husband, Oliver Clozov were larking around by the pool. Keeping a close eye on them was Brackie’s older brother Frank who had also quickly settled into the household.
As Oliver swam laps of the pool Brackie began to mix a pitcher of cocktails for them all to enjoy.
Frank smile and gave his little sister a hug. As Oliver came swimming back around again Frank had a mischievous idea.
Brackie laughed as she watched her older brother and boyfriend play around like they were kids in the pool. It felt so good to be leading a normal life away from her controlling superstar husband Shaun Peruse. She only wished she’d been able to break free from him years ago.
As she made her way inside she heard the front doorbell ring. There was no sign of the butler and as the doorbell rang again Brackie made her way to open it.
Brackie, although shocked to see her husband, was not all that surprised. Shaun had many connections and it was inevitable that he would track her down.
Just then the door opened and Oliver stepped out. The two men eyed one another with suspicion.
Brackie felt sorry for her husband despite everything. He was a weak man despite his on screen tough guy persona. Before she could say anything else the door opened and Frank stepped out and then Oliver started to kick off at his former employer.
Shaun saw that there was little point at this stage in trying to reason with Brackie. Especially not when she had Oliver and her tough guy brother stood by her side. There would be another time to get to Brackie. So without another word Shaun turned and made his way back to his car.
Whilst Brackie was dealing with Shaun at her front door, over at the studio of Texas on the grounds of Siloli, her mother Devonique was taking a seat. She had been back in Windenburg for a few days now following her trip down to Simatra with Burke. And it was this trip that Texas was dying to know about. That was the reason she had got Devonique to come over. There was no love lost between the two women even though they hardly knew one another. For her part Devonique knew that Texas was after something and so she decided to play along.
Texas took a long puff of her cigarette and blew the smoke eloquently into the air as she eyed the woman in front of her.
Texas opened the bottle of Shimpagne that had been chilling in the ice bucket and poured two glasses of the drink. She handed a glass to Devonique who proceeded to read her for filth.
Devonique smirked in triumph. She had obviously rattled Texas. She raised the glass of Shimpagne to her lips and took a sip. However something was immediately wrong.
Texas was getting rather annoyed as this was not going as she expected. Devonique was obviously not a pushover.
Devonique stood and made her way to leave satisfied in the knowledge she had totally won this round. An infuriated Texas leapt to her feet.
And with that Devonique walked out leaving Texas alone to drink her burnt Shimpagne.
Later that evening Brystle had the chauffeur swing by the WindenburgSimmington building to pick up Burke. They were meant to be going out for dinner that evening but Burke had failed to arrive home on time from work. Brystle stepped out of the elevator and made her way towards his office doors just as they opened and out stepped Fathom.
This was what Brystle had hoped to avoid. If there was a worse person to tell Burke about Clarke other than Texas it was her daughter Fathom. Like mother like daughter, they both had it in for Brystle.
Fathom exited and Brystle nervously made her way into Burke’s office. When she saw him standing waiting for her she instantly wished she’d come clean from the start.
Feeling herself starting to lose her composure, Brystle wrapped her arms around her self to steady her nerves.
Seeing his wife so distraught hurt Burke. How could he stay mad at her when she was trying to protect him all along? He swept forward and wrapped her in his arms tenderly.
Burke turned and held Brystle close as he looked deep into her eyes.
They locked lips in a lingering smooch, solidifying their devotion to one another. Whatever trouble came their way Burke knew that they would overcome anything for their love was strong. And now with their own child on the way, the family expanding with the addition of Devonique as his sister and the probability that Brogan Limewood was in fact Badam, Burke was certain things were definitely on the up for the Simmington dynasty.
But would this feeling of happiness last…..?????
Meanwhile back at the mansion, Malaudia had ventured from her room and was making her way down the grand staircase when housekeeper Nanette Bobbins approached her with some news.
Malaudia made her way into the solarium to take the call.
Malaudia gasped upon hearing her daughter’s distraught voice.
The sound of her mother-in-laws voice chilled Malaudia to the bone.
Malaudia was left hanging as the line went dead. Realising that she may never see her daughter again Malaudia let out her loudest scream that was heard all the way through the mansion.
Meanwhile, Mother Drysdale turned her attention to her frightened grand-daughter.
Seeing Mimsy get upset hurt the psycho granny. And so she tried to put on her happiest face in a hope to calm the girl down.
Beaming live from a tv studio in Wollyhood was the latest episode of “The Sallie Winfrey Montel Show”, a daily talk show that reached a global audience.
Following his vow to Texas that he would find her long missing son Badam, Cyril Dolby had secured a slot on the show in an effort to appeal to the viewers that if they had any knowledge as to what happened to Badam all those years ago that they could come forward. Texas eagerly agreed to her tv appearance, all the while unaware that her lover Cyril was secretly planning his next dastardly scheme.
As Texas bared her soul on national daytime tv, hundreds of miles away back in Windenburg the Simmington clan had gathered in the tv lounge of Siloli mansion to watch her performance.
Through her earpiece Sallie was told by the producers that more emotion and misery was required to satisfy the millions of daytime tv viewers.
An image appeared on screen as Texas talked about her son. It was one of the few photos that she’d been able to keep of Badam.
Seeing his son’s photo on screen and how his memory was being exploited for Texas’s gain enraged Burke .
Sallie was loving this dirt being dished on billionaire businessman Burke Simmington. Her ratings would be through the roof!
Another old photograph of Badam, this time a polasimroid photo, was shown. It was taken the day he vanished from their lives forever. Seeing it again shook Burke and his anger towards Texas began to rise to new levels.
Seth Dolby hung his head in disbelief upon hearing his uncle bad mouth Burke. Burke showed no emotion.
Sallie knew she was onto the story of a lifetime and she was determined to milk it for all it was worth.
Silence fell momentarily in the studio as they all took in Sylvia’s psychic claims. Sallie knew the woman was a charlatan but she was hugely popular with viewers so what the hell, let her spout her nonsense to susceptible grieving parents. As long as it got the viewers in Sallie didn’t care. However this was one of Sylvia’s more out there claims leaving Sallie, a seasoned tv talk show host of 20 odd years, lost for words. It was only with the producer screaming down her earpiece to say something that Sallie came around.
Cyril sat staring in disbelief questioning himself why he allowed for this woman to be present during the interview. Texas however was lapping it up.
Absolute hokum Cyril thought. His credibility as a shrewd businessman was going down the toilet.
Back at the mansion Seth felt he need to apologise to Burke for what his uncle was doing. Fathom however decided on a more direct approach as she watched her one time secret lover betray her and destroy her father’s reputation live on tv.
Heathen reached for the remote control but paused as back in the studio Sallie had moved the conversation on to a more light hearted topic.
Sallie stood and spoke directly into the camera as she began to wrap things up. Meanwhile Cyril and Texas began to get rather frisky on the sofa as the cameras continued to roll.
The camera zoomed in under producer’s orders as things were getting very steamy between Texas and Cyril.
Silence befell the Simmington lounge after Burke snatched the control from his son’s hands and switched the tv off. He was outraged that his ex-wife and her dastardly lover could go on tv and tarnish his son’s memory like that. It was Tammy Flo who eventually broke the silence.
As usual Burke was not dealing with his emotions and this concerned Brystle greatly.
The question was, what would Burke really do about it?
One week later and Devonique was busy at her piano writing new material for her comeback album. Ever since she’d settled in Windenburg Devonique had found a new sense of inspiration for her creativity. Perhaps it was borne out of her frustration that Burke had yet to accept that she was his half sister. In the number of weeks since she’d stunned him with this news Devonique had heard nothing from Burke. She knew this was partly due to the background checks he would be conducting on her and she had no problem with this for Devonique had nothing to hide. What she had revealed to Burke was the truth. However, Devonique’s patience was running out. If Burke refused to acknowledge she was his sister then damn it she would take matters into her own hands by whatever means necessary.
And it was with this pent up frustration that she found herself composing a song of independence and strength at her piano in her mansion Knits Londing.
As Devonique continued her warbling Esther, her live in butler, approached her at the piano with some news.
Devonique was both shocked and excited at this unexpected news as she had not seen her daughter Brackie in years. She quickly got up and rushed into the hallway to find her daughter waiting nervously by the door.
Devonique could not believe what she was hearing. This was the news she’d waited on for years since Brackie had married her husband and joined his cult, The Simotologists.
Devonique moved closer to her daughter, overcome with emotion that not only had her daughter come back to her but she had left behind that evil cult.
Later ,as they sat out by the pool, Brackie told her mother how sorry she was not to have come home for her brother Fred’s funeral.
Brackie paused for a moment as if she wasn’t going to reveal anymore before she continued on spilling the beans on her marriage to the biggest movie star in the world.
Brackie didn’t mean that Shaun had committed the deed with his bare hands but he was high up in the ranks of Simotology and had much influence over his followers. All he had to do was give the instruction..
Devonique looked to her daughter to see if she was expecting Oliver but her smile evidently told her she was.
Seconds later Esther had shown Oliver through. Brackie rushed to greet her lover and Devonique stood to take a good look at the young man.
Her daughter certainly seemed genuinely happy Devonique thought. And why not, Oliver was certainly very attractive…
Oliver smiled at Devonique as their eyes lingered on one another for a fraction of a second too long.
Brackie was relieved to hear that she and Oliver were able to stay but she wanted to make sure that Devonique was absolutely fine with that.
Devonique gave a side eye smile as she responded.
The next day, Brystle was doing her thrice weekly workout in the most exclusive upmarket gym in all of Windenburg, Le Poseurs. Membership fees were astronomical and as such gym numbers were strictly limited. Brystle preferred it this way as she could work out in privacy. There was of course a gym in Siloli mansion where she lived but usually Fathom would be hanging out there most days and as she had made her feelings quite clear to Brystle (she hated her guts) it was best that she did her work out routines elsewhere.
As usual her personal trainer Knox was on hand to give his advice and encouragement.
Brystle adjusted the treadmill to a faster setting and began pushing herself even harder.
Hearing her former (or maybe still current?) husbands voice from behind her filled Brystle with dread. She thought she’d seen the last of him several weeks ago when he visited her at the house. Now he was working in her gym!
Knox left them to it. Brystle kept furiously running on the treadmill as a grinning Clarke made his way over to her.
Brystle refused to acknowledge Clarke’s comment and so he moved to stand right in front of her. He stood smirking waiting for her to talk. When she did eventually speak her anger exploded out of her.
Upon hearing him making that lurid claim again Brystle switched the treadmill off and stood glaring at Clarke as sweat rolled down her face.
Brystle’s worst fears were confirmed as she realised Clarke was telling the truth. She really was still married to him!
Brystle turned and walked off the treadmill in horror and Clarke followed her.
Brystle turned and hurried off to the changing room as the nightmare unfolding before her became too much. She had to get away. Clarke sighed as he watched her leave him. He was determined to talk to her. And as his shift was ending he went off to quickly change out of his gym clothes too.
When Brystle had showered and changed she emerged from the locker room and quickly made her way out of the gym keeping her head down. She felt bad for leaving without saying goodbye to Knox and thanking him for all of his work over the past year but Brystle did not want to see Clarke again. But as soon as she stepped outside to get into her car she found him already waiting there for her.
The mere mention of Burke and what Clarke was insinuating enraged Brystle once again.
The news of Brystle’s sister’s death was a genuine blow to Clarke as this was the first he’d ever heard about it. He slowly stepped away from the car.
Taking Clarke with her to tell Burke this news was the last thing Brystle would ever do. Clarke was either incredibly dumb or moronically stupid. He had no idea about her relationship with Burke and to think that Burke would hurt her was absurd.
Brystle couldn’t believe what she was hearing! This was getting worse by the minute. Texas had purposely sought Clarke out. She’d known about Clarke for sometime but had yet not said a thing which made Brystle realise that her nemesis was secretly plotting something against her.
The horror of what was really going on shook Brystle into action and she pushed Clarke out of the way as she marched towards her car. Clarke was quick to grab her.
Texas had been secretly digging into Brystle’s past. She’d known for some time that her marriage to Clarke had not been finalised but instead of blurting this out she had sought out Clarke, brought him to Windenburg and engineered it so the two of them would meet. All of this made Brystle realise that Texas would stop at nothing to destroy her marriage to Burke.
And with that Brystle got into her car, slammed the door shut and sped out of the carpark. There was only one place she was going to….
Texas was at home indulging in her creative passion – portrait painting.
With the search for Badam intensifying and new leads coming in all the time Texas felt she needed to channel her energies into something whilst Cyril took charge of the investigation. Painting was always something she had indulged in and this studio had been her place to indulge her passions back in the old days when she was married to Burke. The good old days…
Whilst she was lost in thought there came a forceful knock on the door. Texas called out but continued to intensely stare at her latest masterpiece.
Brystle forcefully marched in and slammed the door behind her prompting Texas to turn around to face her.
A delighted Texas smirked as she continued to torment Brystle knowing that in this case she had the upper hand.
Brystle stepped closer forward to Texas as her anger strengthened her. She would not let Texas get away with this.
Texas could see from the wounded expression on Brystle’s face that she knew she was right. Brystle WAS scared. Texas had inflicted a very serious wound by bringing Clarke back to Windenburg. This would surely be the end for Burke and Brystle.
But Texas wasn’t done yet and she delivered yet another blow to Brystle when she turned around the painting she had been working on.
Brystle looked on in shock at the portrait that Texas proudly displayed.
The nerve of the woman! She had no shame whatsoever. Brystle, although wounded , tried her best not to show any weakness in front of Texas.
With tears starting to form in her eyes and her heart racing Brystle quickly turned in her stilettoed heels and marched out of the studio, slamming the door behind her. Outside she paused as she took a deep breath to control her rising anxiety.
Texas WAS right. Burke would not take this news well at all and Brystle had no idea how best to approach the subject with him.
Back inside a delighted Texas picked up her paintbrush and continued with the portrait of the man she hated to love….
A fierce thunderstorm raged over Siloli that night. Rain lashed against the windows, the wind rattled the tiles on the roof. Thunder boomed and lightning split the sky.
Most of the Simmington household were asleep except for Tammy Flo. As the lightning lit up her room and the thunder roared the young Tammy Flo leapt from her bed and rushed to the window.
Ever since she was a child Tammy Flo had been terrified of thunderstorms. And despite all of her boisterous and mischievous behaviour, whenever a storm raged such as this she was reduced back to being that scared little girl again. So as the rain and wind battered against the window pane and the thunder roared once more Tammy Flo made a decision. There was only one place she could feel safe. And that wasn’t being alone in her bed…
Tammy Flo tiptoed out of her room across the hall and into….Heathen’s room!
Heathen was sound asleep and did not stir as Tammy Flo gently lifted the covers and slipped in beside him.
Just then another flash of lightning lit up the room and Tammy Flo froze.
Heathen stirred in his sleep and mumbled something. Laying down next to him Tammy Flo began to stroke his cheek as she gazed in the dark at his face.
Still half asleep Heathen mumbled as Tammy Flo’s exploring hands pushed back the covers and gently stroked his body as she pressed herself closer to him.
Heathen seemed to suddenly spring awake and responded positively to Tammy Flo’s amorous advances. He pulled her up with him and in the dark they kissed passionately as their bodies pressed close together all the while Tammy Flo whispering seductively in his ear.
Heathen paused as doubt began to take over him.
Heathen gave into his desires as Tammy Flo ripped open his pyjama onesie. He wriggled himself free of it and they began to make passionate woohoo as the storm continued outside.
When it was over a delighted Tammy Flo was on cloud nine. Heathen was less so.
Instantly regretting his actions Heathen made his way into his adjoining bathroom and locked the door. Alone he steadied himself over the sink unit.
The thought that he had cheated on his dead con artist of a husband was too much for Heathen and he slowly sunk to the floor in tears curling himself up into a tight ball.
Tammy Flo however was unaware of the tears Heathen privately sobbed. As she lay back on his bed that they had made their tender woohoo she reflected on what had happened between them. She’d come to Siloli with the sole intention of trying to get a piece of the Simmington fortune just like her auntie Brystle. She had seen Heathen as an easy target, someone to manipulate through his grief. But like the deceased Fred Rimmard before her, Tammy Flo was feeling something that she had never intended to feel…
The next day Burke was surprised when Devonique showed up unexpectedly in his office. And she seemed determined to have her say.
Devonique had expected this.
They both sat down either side of his desk.
Burke’s silent stare gave Devonique all the confirmation she needed.
If it did Burke showed no sign of recognition.
Devonique smiled and pointed at Burke as she spoke.
Burke considered this for a moment. Devonique certainly had a right to know her parentage and to be accepted as a Simmington – if she was telling the truth. She did seem sincere about the whole thing and Burke was starting to believe her. Before he could say anything his phone buzzed- it was his secretary calling from her desk outside his office doors.
Marsha informed her boss that Cyril Dolby had instructed her to put him straight through to Burke on a matter of utmost urgency. Burke reluctantly agreed to speak with his business rival.
Burke slowly hung up, his hand trembling. Devonique watched with shocked concern as the man in front of her visibly turned pale with shock and was unsteady on his feet as he got up from his chair.
The shock of the enormity of what he’d been told was sinking in. Burke Simmington, ruthless but level headed businessman, was for once lost in stunned silence. Could it be true? Could Cyril Dolby have actually found his long lost presumed dead son? Devonique was quick to see the doubt and bewilderment on Burke’s face. The same doubt she had experienced from him.
Devonique’s comment stung and it seemed to snap Burke out of his silence. He spun around and snapped at her.
Burke had to admit that Devonique was right and he nodded in silence.
Across from the WindenburgSimmington building was the headquarters of Dolby Doh, Cyril Dolby’s company. And into his office Texas had just come bursting through the doors.
Texas stared in disbelief at the young man in front of her.
Texas rushed forward and embraced the young man. In her heart she was convinced that this was her son. She had no idea it was not true, that Cyril was conning her for some reason not known.
Once seated around Cyril’s desk Badam (who in fact was a hired actor Mikey Florence) began to recount his tale to an unsuspecting Texas.
From a bag on the floor beside his chair ‘Badam’ produced a stuffed toy animal and set it on Cyril’s desk. Texas gazed in astonishment at recognising the toy that belonged to her missing son. He had been holding it the day he vanished.
Cyril turned around in his chair and looked out of the window.
Burke closed the door loudly behind him and Cyril spun around in his chair to see who had entered. When he saw it was Burke he leapt out of his chair with excitement. This was where the real test happened as convincing Texas had been all too easy.
Fake Badam moved forward towards Burke with conviction and took the lead by firmly shaking his hand.
Burke looked at all 3 of them in stunned silence before bellowing out in shock.
Remembering the character study he’d learned about Burke, fake Badam tried to ease the situation.
Burke knew that this would be the only way to prove without a shadow of a doubt if this was indeed his son.
Burke left the office and made his way to the elevator. Texas ran out after her ex-husband.