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“Especially since she looked punched out a couple days ago,” she answered calmly.
“And?” he screamed, ready to implode.
“And what?” she said.
“I’ve already called our lawyers. That bitch will not be on the air tonight, or ever.”
Charley had a crazy idea. He’s either going to love it, or fire my ass. “Jonathan, I have a wild idea. Here me out before you scream anything.”
“Don’t play *** games with me right now.”
“I’m not,” she took a deep breath. “What if we do nothing?”
“Nothing!” He screamed into the phone. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Charley took the plunge. “Jonathan, you’re predictable. They expect you to react this way. They hope to get tons of publicity from you throwing a fit. How about we sit it out? Let them play their game.” The silence was deafening. “Are you there? What do you think, Jonathan?”
“I’ll call you back.” And he hung up.
John barged in. “So, what happened?”
“I told him to ignore it,” she said leaning back in her chair. A big smile broke out across her face until she spilled soda on her blouse. “Damn.”
“You did what?” John yelled, passing her a tissue. “You still have that vodka in here?”
“We don’t need it John. I could tell he loves the idea. He’s just trying to figure out the best way to make it his idea.”
“Seriously?”
“Absolutely,” she smiled confidently.
“I hope you’re right.” His voice tone was unsure.
“I am,” she said. She pulled the noon rundown. “Noon looks like a good show.”
***
At five o'clock, Nancy Dennison premiered on channel-three news.
Normally, all eyes in the WCAR newsroom were on all six station monitors. Tonight there was special attention focused on channel three. The reporters, who weren’t out doing live shots, pulled up their chairs. Even the editors who never stopped editing found time for a break. When the five o’clock newscast ended, Charley’s phone started buzzing.
“She looked good, Thomas. You better be right.” And he hung up.
We’ll see in the overnight numbers, she reached into her refrigerator for the bottle of vodka.
“Their numbers will reflect a sampling,” John said reading her mind. “Miranda’s strip club stories better kick some ass. Set me up!”
“No problem.” She filled two glasses with Citron.
“Hey Charley,” he said reaching for his drink. “Would you like to go out and get a bite?”
“Like dinner?” she asked, pausing to look at him.
“Yeah,” he said. Charley saw his cheeks starting to turn red. A guy that blushes, she thought. How sweet. “You do eat, don’t you?”
“Uh.” She regained her composure. “Yeah, that would be nice.”
He tossed back his drink and stood up. “I’ll find you after the six, okay? We’ll go to the News Café. Find out what everyone thought about Nancy.”
Her eyes followed John as he walked back to the desk. Maybe he’d like to go to Gotham Steak at the Fontainebleau Friday night?
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“And?” he screamed, ready to implode.
“And what?” she said.
“I’ve already called our lawyers. That bitch will not be on the air tonight, or ever.”
Charley had a crazy idea. He’s either going to love it, or fire my ass. “Jonathan, I have a wild idea. Here me out before you scream anything.”
“Don’t play *** games with me right now.”
“I’m not,” she took a deep breath. “What if we do nothing?”
“Nothing!” He screamed into the phone. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Charley took the plunge. “Jonathan, you’re predictable. They expect you to react this way. They hope to get tons of publicity from you throwing a fit. How about we sit it out? Let them play their game.” The silence was deafening. “Are you there? What do you think, Jonathan?”
“I’ll call you back.” And he hung up.
John barged in. “So, what happened?”
“I told him to ignore it,” she said leaning back in her chair. A big smile broke out across her face until she spilled soda on her blouse. “Damn.”
“You did what?” John yelled, passing her a tissue. “You still have that vodka in here?”
“We don’t need it John. I could tell he loves the idea. He’s just trying to figure out the best way to make it his idea.”
“Seriously?”
“Absolutely,” she smiled confidently.
“I hope you’re right.” His voice tone was unsure.
“I am,” she said. She pulled the noon rundown. “Noon looks like a good show.”
***
At five o'clock, Nancy Dennison premiered on channel-three news.
Normally, all eyes in the WCAR newsroom were on all six station monitors. Tonight there was special attention focused on channel three. The reporters, who weren’t out doing live shots, pulled up their chairs. Even the editors who never stopped editing found time for a break. When the five o’clock newscast ended, Charley’s phone started buzzing.
“She looked good, Thomas. You better be right.” And he hung up.
We’ll see in the overnight numbers, she reached into her refrigerator for the bottle of vodka.
“Their numbers will reflect a sampling,” John said reading her mind. “Miranda’s strip club stories better kick some ass. Set me up!”
“No problem.” She filled two glasses with Citron.
“Hey Charley,” he said reaching for his drink. “Would you like to go out and get a bite?”
“Like dinner?” she asked, pausing to look at him.
“Yeah,” he said. Charley saw his cheeks starting to turn red. A guy that blushes, she thought. How sweet. “You do eat, don’t you?”
“Uh.” She regained her composure. “Yeah, that would be nice.”
He tossed back his drink and stood up. “I’ll find you after the six, okay? We’ll go to the News Café. Find out what everyone thought about Nancy.”
Her eyes followed John as he walked back to the desk. Maybe he’d like to go to Gotham Steak at the Fontainebleau Friday night?
About the Author
Cindy Roesel is an Emmy Award winning television broadcast journalist. After working for twenty years in newsrooms filled with ambitious backbiting adrenalin junkies, she is turning her experiences into novels. Cindy lives in Miami with her shih tzu, Sassy.
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I received a copy of the book to read and write my review. All opinions expressed above are my own and no other compensation was given.
I received a copy of the book to read and write my review. All opinions expressed above are my own and no other compensation was given.
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Glad you enjoyed the book!
Thanks for a wonderful review, Chelle! I raise my glass of savignon blanc to you! xo cindy
Thanks for a wonderful review, Chelle! I raise my glass of savignon blanc to you! xo cindy
I loved VDA! I told Cindy that she needs to write a sequel with more Oz moments :)
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