upward.
“About G-O-D?”
“Yes, I’ll be surprised if my sister doesn’t pop in with a brief commentary.”
“Maybe we should call her,” Anne said. She sat on the corner of Hilton’s desk and eyed the video stream coming in on the computer monitor. Hilton hit playback so Anne could see the last segment. She felt her presence acutely and for half a second she wondered if Jessie was right. Did she have a thing for her boss? She instantly dismissed it. It was an atypical response to an atypical situation. And it was all typical nonsense. She liked Anne. She thought she was brilliant and funny, but lust and infatuation were just figments of Jessie’s overactive imagination.
“Call my sister, hell no! That woman could talk the ear off an elephant. I’d never get her off the line. Did I ever tell you the time we went to the Portland Zoo …”
“Lillian, if you want to smoke, you’d better get going,” Anne 75
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said, pointing to the big black clock. They had approximately six minutes before Anne had to be back on the air.
Anne’s show ran from ten in the morning until twelve. Each segment was approximately fifteen minutes long. At every quarter hour they broke for commercials, news and weather. This was the perfect length of time for Hilton to keep the Web site updated and not get burned out sitting endlessly in front of the computer.
“Oh, crap. I’ll tell you later,” Lillian said. She bustled off as fast as her square-heeled orthopedic shoes would carry her.
“That was good,” Dave said. He got up and stretched.
“And the rest of the day will be even better,” Anne said, rubbing her hands together gleefully. “Do you want to go to lunch after the show?”
“I’d love to but I have to take Shannon to get her annual shots.
It doesn’t take long. You could come with and then we could go eat.”
Dave gave them both a funny look.
“Dave, would you like to go to lunch too?” Anne asked.
“I wasn’t invited.”
“Dave, you’re acting like a girl.”
“Dude, I was just messing with you. Actually, I got a date with the new mail clerk downstairs.”
“The one with the Gucci obsession?” Anne inquired.
“Have you seen her?” Dave asked.
“Those are not real,” Anne said.
Hilton smirked. It was obvious that the woman had breast implants.
“Does it really matter?” he replied, his eyes glossing over.
“I think he’s visualizing his face nestled between them,” Anne said to Hilton.
“Was I that obvious?” he asked.
Anne glanced at the clock. “Yes, and try to remember not to stare at her chest the whole time you’re having lunch. It’s a dead giveaway.”
“Dude, it’ll be seriously hard.”
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“Try,” Hilton advised. “You’ll get to that place faster if you pretend to be interested in her mind. Remember, you’re not the only guy on the planet who wants to rent the condo with nipples.”
“Got it.”
“Condo with nipples?” Anne clicked in from her booth.
“You weren’t supposed to hear that,” Hilton replied.
Dave started the bumper music and played “Brick House.”
Lillian came clunking in and the show began.
Anne interspersed the second segment of the show with pro and con calls. There was much heated debate and Anne pretty much let the callers do all the work. She engaged in one of her favorite pastimes, which was throwing pencils at the suspended fiberglass ceiling. There must have been a thousand pencils up there already. Every now and again, Ed would have maintenance change out the panels, he’d have a discussion with her about her proclivity, and then it would continue. No one had lost an eye yet.
Veronica came flying into the control room all out breath.
“Great goodness, you wouldn’t think getting a smoothie would be so difficult. It seems there’s some kind of fruit dispute and it’s suddenly extremely hard to come by. It’s a dock strike
“About G-O-D?”
“Yes, I’ll be surprised if my sister doesn’t pop in with a brief commentary.”
“Maybe we should call her,” Anne said. She sat on the corner of Hilton’s desk and eyed the video stream coming in on the computer monitor. Hilton hit playback so Anne could see the last segment. She felt her presence acutely and for half a second she wondered if Jessie was right. Did she have a thing for her boss? She instantly dismissed it. It was an atypical response to an atypical situation. And it was all typical nonsense. She liked Anne. She thought she was brilliant and funny, but lust and infatuation were just figments of Jessie’s overactive imagination.
“Call my sister, hell no! That woman could talk the ear off an elephant. I’d never get her off the line. Did I ever tell you the time we went to the Portland Zoo …”
“Lillian, if you want to smoke, you’d better get going,” Anne 75
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said, pointing to the big black clock. They had approximately six minutes before Anne had to be back on the air.
Anne’s show ran from ten in the morning until twelve. Each segment was approximately fifteen minutes long. At every quarter hour they broke for commercials, news and weather. This was the perfect length of time for Hilton to keep the Web site updated and not get burned out sitting endlessly in front of the computer.
“Oh, crap. I’ll tell you later,” Lillian said. She bustled off as fast as her square-heeled orthopedic shoes would carry her.
“That was good,” Dave said. He got up and stretched.
“And the rest of the day will be even better,” Anne said, rubbing her hands together gleefully. “Do you want to go to lunch after the show?”
“I’d love to but I have to take Shannon to get her annual shots.
It doesn’t take long. You could come with and then we could go eat.”
Dave gave them both a funny look.
“Dave, would you like to go to lunch too?” Anne asked.
“I wasn’t invited.”
“Dave, you’re acting like a girl.”
“Dude, I was just messing with you. Actually, I got a date with the new mail clerk downstairs.”
“The one with the Gucci obsession?” Anne inquired.
“Have you seen her?” Dave asked.
“Those are not real,” Anne said.
Hilton smirked. It was obvious that the woman had breast implants.
“Does it really matter?” he replied, his eyes glossing over.
“I think he’s visualizing his face nestled between them,” Anne said to Hilton.
“Was I that obvious?” he asked.
Anne glanced at the clock. “Yes, and try to remember not to stare at her chest the whole time you’re having lunch. It’s a dead giveaway.”
“Dude, it’ll be seriously hard.”
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“Try,” Hilton advised. “You’ll get to that place faster if you pretend to be interested in her mind. Remember, you’re not the only guy on the planet who wants to rent the condo with nipples.”
“Got it.”
“Condo with nipples?” Anne clicked in from her booth.
“You weren’t supposed to hear that,” Hilton replied.
Dave started the bumper music and played “Brick House.”
Lillian came clunking in and the show began.
Anne interspersed the second segment of the show with pro and con calls. There was much heated debate and Anne pretty much let the callers do all the work. She engaged in one of her favorite pastimes, which was throwing pencils at the suspended fiberglass ceiling. There must have been a thousand pencils up there already. Every now and again, Ed would have maintenance change out the panels, he’d have a discussion with her about her proclivity, and then it would continue. No one had lost an eye yet.
Veronica came flying into the control room all out breath.
“Great goodness, you wouldn’t think getting a smoothie would be so difficult. It seems there’s some kind of fruit dispute and it’s suddenly extremely hard to come by. It’s a dock strike
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