course.
“I’m going to give you a great edit, Kimberlee,” I say, forcing a smile on my face.
Kimberlee wrinkles her delicate nose. “But you’re new at this.” She tosses her golden mane over her shoulder and stares at me. “I can’t afford to look bad, Lex. ”
I clench my teeth. “I promise you, nobody wants you to look good more than I do. That’s my job, and I assure you, the show is going to be great.”
I glance past her to the window in the editing suite, and amazingly, there has been an endless parade of men walking by ever since Kimberlee arrived.
I resist the urge to roll my eyes and bring up something I want to show Kimberlee on the screen.
“There’s one thing I’m going to edit here,” I say, going to the time code I had jotted down earlier, “You mispronounce Nate Johansson’s name here. It’s YO-han-son. Not JO-han-suhn.”
And how the girl got this wrong after working on the show since August is baffling.
Kimberlee is fishing through her Elizabeth and James bucket bag, not even glancing up at me.
“Um, we’re not in Sweden,” she says, annoyance creeping into her voice. “The American way to pronounce it is the way I said it.”
It’s all I can do not to burst out laughing.
“And Nate and I are buddies, actually,” Kimberlee continues.
“Are you now?” I say, as I can’t wait to see where this is going.
Kimberlee retrieves her lipstick and expertly swipes it across her pouty lips, giving them a fresh coat of a perfect nude shade to compliment her faux-bronzed skin. “Yes. At one time, I had my eye on him, you know, but it’s best not to get involved with anyone on the team since I cover them.”
Yes, and him being madly in love with Kenley might have been the bigger issue, but hey, whatever.
“Right,” I say. “Now, back to his name. I can’t let that go on the air like that. It’s my job to catch errors, and I have to disagree with you, his name needs to be YO-han-son. That’s how the game announcers pronounce it.”
Kimberlee shoots me a look. “Nobody cared before, and I’m right. ”
I resist the urge to smash my head into the editing keyboard.
“Well, I’m passionate about hockey, and I care that this show is right, so I’m going to edit that part out and let you do a voiceover for it. If you can do that this morning with Corey in audio, that would be awesome. I’ll leave the feature intact, but I’m going to clean up his name in the intro.”
Kimberlee snaps the top back on to her expensive lipstick case, and I know she is mentally snapping my head in her hands.
“Well, you’re the editor ,” she says. “So I’ll go do that with Corey now if you insist. ”
Fantastic. I finally get to work on my dream show, and every week I’m going to do battle with a reality show castoff who is here simply because she’s hot and knows somebody. Not because she knows hockey.
“Now, I need to run,” she says, scooping up all her stuff and standing up. “I’ll do that voiceover, but then I have some work to do in the field. And I have a very important meeting at the arena today.”
She looks down at me, a superior smile playing at her lips. Kimberlee is begging me to ask her what, so, since I had to be firm about the editing, I play along.
“Oh, what’s that?” I say, shifting my gaze back to the screen in front of me and adjusting the volume on her voice, which is too low at the moment.
“A meeting with Niko Xenakis.”
Now she has my full attention. “Oh?”
Kimberlee nods. “Yes. I want to meet with him to get some storyline ideas, and nobody knows that better than the producer.”
If you were a reporter worth a crap, you’d already know the storylines .
“Niko would be a great source,” I say honestly.
“Yes, and he’s hot, don’t you think?”
I feel my face grow warm. “What?”
“Niko’s a catch,” Kimberlee declares. “Players are off the table, but Niko isn’t. And he’s the fish I intend to reel in.”
She
“I’m going to give you a great edit, Kimberlee,” I say, forcing a smile on my face.
Kimberlee wrinkles her delicate nose. “But you’re new at this.” She tosses her golden mane over her shoulder and stares at me. “I can’t afford to look bad, Lex. ”
I clench my teeth. “I promise you, nobody wants you to look good more than I do. That’s my job, and I assure you, the show is going to be great.”
I glance past her to the window in the editing suite, and amazingly, there has been an endless parade of men walking by ever since Kimberlee arrived.
I resist the urge to roll my eyes and bring up something I want to show Kimberlee on the screen.
“There’s one thing I’m going to edit here,” I say, going to the time code I had jotted down earlier, “You mispronounce Nate Johansson’s name here. It’s YO-han-son. Not JO-han-suhn.”
And how the girl got this wrong after working on the show since August is baffling.
Kimberlee is fishing through her Elizabeth and James bucket bag, not even glancing up at me.
“Um, we’re not in Sweden,” she says, annoyance creeping into her voice. “The American way to pronounce it is the way I said it.”
It’s all I can do not to burst out laughing.
“And Nate and I are buddies, actually,” Kimberlee continues.
“Are you now?” I say, as I can’t wait to see where this is going.
Kimberlee retrieves her lipstick and expertly swipes it across her pouty lips, giving them a fresh coat of a perfect nude shade to compliment her faux-bronzed skin. “Yes. At one time, I had my eye on him, you know, but it’s best not to get involved with anyone on the team since I cover them.”
Yes, and him being madly in love with Kenley might have been the bigger issue, but hey, whatever.
“Right,” I say. “Now, back to his name. I can’t let that go on the air like that. It’s my job to catch errors, and I have to disagree with you, his name needs to be YO-han-son. That’s how the game announcers pronounce it.”
Kimberlee shoots me a look. “Nobody cared before, and I’m right. ”
I resist the urge to smash my head into the editing keyboard.
“Well, I’m passionate about hockey, and I care that this show is right, so I’m going to edit that part out and let you do a voiceover for it. If you can do that this morning with Corey in audio, that would be awesome. I’ll leave the feature intact, but I’m going to clean up his name in the intro.”
Kimberlee snaps the top back on to her expensive lipstick case, and I know she is mentally snapping my head in her hands.
“Well, you’re the editor ,” she says. “So I’ll go do that with Corey now if you insist. ”
Fantastic. I finally get to work on my dream show, and every week I’m going to do battle with a reality show castoff who is here simply because she’s hot and knows somebody. Not because she knows hockey.
“Now, I need to run,” she says, scooping up all her stuff and standing up. “I’ll do that voiceover, but then I have some work to do in the field. And I have a very important meeting at the arena today.”
She looks down at me, a superior smile playing at her lips. Kimberlee is begging me to ask her what, so, since I had to be firm about the editing, I play along.
“Oh, what’s that?” I say, shifting my gaze back to the screen in front of me and adjusting the volume on her voice, which is too low at the moment.
“A meeting with Niko Xenakis.”
Now she has my full attention. “Oh?”
Kimberlee nods. “Yes. I want to meet with him to get some storyline ideas, and nobody knows that better than the producer.”
If you were a reporter worth a crap, you’d already know the storylines .
“Niko would be a great source,” I say honestly.
“Yes, and he’s hot, don’t you think?”
I feel my face grow warm. “What?”
“Niko’s a catch,” Kimberlee declares. “Players are off the table, but Niko isn’t. And he’s the fish I intend to reel in.”
She
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