Waiting by Erin Dennington ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 34 Back in the Channel 5 van, Bill prided himself on not gloating over the fact that he had scored an interview with Mister Iceberg himself. The reporter that he worked under, Serena, was a tough woman to handle under most situations, and under this one...well, thus far, Bill had found it prudent to keep a stiff upper lip about him. Bill had grown up in a small Midwestern town and dreamt of being a big-city reporter. After graduating from college, he'd found himself amongst thousands of other with the same desire; luckily had had some experience as a photographer and cameraman and found himself doing freelance work for the area newspapers before long. When Channel 5 offered him a position as cameraman, he'd accepted it, if only to have an "official" job, but still kept his freelancing privileges. Davis Jackson was a man that had grabbed Bill's attention from the get-go, and who had promised to be a fulfilling reward to earn. Bill had followed every progress that Davis Jackson had accomplished and had aggressively sought to be on this assignment. Serena had protested his joining; saying that he was unqualified to be on an assignment this big, but the higher-ups had promoted Bill as the number one choice in getting the shot that would make or break a story. As Serena angrily punched in numbers to headquarters, refusing to look at Bill for even a moment since he'd broken the news to her, he sat and pondered which would be the ideal and best approach to tonight's interview. Bill fought back a laugh when Serena yelled, "It should've been MY interview," and then threw the phone down on the console between them. Bill could hear voices still issuing from the receiver, so he picked up the phone and said goodbye to his boss. His boss, recognizing his voice, congratulated him on scoring the ultimate interview and wished him good luck. "Thanks," Bill said, thumbing the switch to turn the phone off, and leaning back in his seat, half-dozing as Serena tore back to headquarters. "Could you go a little slower?" he asked. "Fuck you," she said, easing up slightly on the gas as she rounded a turn, but then accelerating to a slightly higher speed than before. "If you can't take the heat, get out of the kitchen, little boy," she said. "This is what life is like in the journalism business." He snorted and ignored her the rest of the way, picturing the best camera angles and effects, trying to imagine what the inner world of Davis Jackson was like. And he couldn�t help picturing the smile of Stella, the pretty girl who had reached into his heart and somehow managed to steal a piece. He wondered if he would ever get a chance to see her again and dearly hoped so. There was something about that girl that he couldn�t put his finger upon. 21:02 - 11.10.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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