Part 2
Welcome to the Newsroom
Laura lay on her back and watched the first light of Monday break through the slats of
the mini blinds in her bedroom. She'd been awake for a couple of hours, unable to sleep
and unwilling to get up. A busy week of moving, and settling in had taken its toll and her
nerves were shot to hell. Sunday night she finally walked away from the chaos of her new
apartment and went to a driving range to hit golf balls until the manager turned off the
lights and she was forced to leave.
She looked over at her clock for what seemed like the hundredth time. The digital
numbers had not progressed at all since the last time. C'mon Laura, she told herself, quit
putting it off...just get up. With a groan she sat up and swung her legs over the side of
the bed, standing and stretching as she made her way to the bathroom.
At least the shower had decent pressure, she thought after climbing out of the tub and
slicking her hair back. She absently grabbed a towel and just blotted some of the water
off of her sleek form, letting a goodly amount drip onto the floor on her way back to the
bedroom.
What to wear, what to wear, Laura pondered, looking into her closet and thinking that she
should have gone to the dry cleaners. Too late now, she thought with a shrug, settling on
a pair of black cotton pants, white silk shirt and basic linen jacket. Take the Jeep
today, she thought...no need to freak them out just yet.
No, Laura amended, wear the boots and take the bike. Let 'em see what they're getting.
Besides it'll be...fun.
She dressed quickly, listening to Morning Edition on the radio, then stamped her feet into
black cowboy boots. After locking the door she clattered down the concrete steps to the
ground level of her apartment where her bike was covered with a tarp. Taking it off, Laura
stowed it in the jeep, then swung her leg over the Triumph Thunderbird. After donning her
helmet and zipping a battered leather jacket closed over the linen one, she brought the
motorcycle to life, feeling a familiar surge of adrenaline.
If there's a God in heaven, she thought, he's got a bike like this.
It was a good idea to ride this morning, she thought. It helped to strip away all the
distractions and focus on the pure mental and physical aspects of getting from one point
to another. By the time she got to the station parking lot, she was in total control.
She parked near the base of the stairs leading to the back door of the newsroom. Another
good thing about the bike, she mused, there's always a good parking place close to the
door. There were already a couple of employees standing outside in the designated smoking
area, puffing away and watching her with idle interest. She took off the helmet, shook her
hair free and started up the stairs oblivious to the looks she was getting.
The newsroom was just beginning to stir as Laura entered and made her way to the managing
editor's desk "Do you have the key?" She asked, jerking her thumb toward her
office.
"Yeah, sure." Keith answered, rummaging around in the top drawer, locating it
and handing it to her. She motioned for him to follow and unlocked the door, unprepared
for the sight that greeted her.
Videotapes and FedEx packages covered every flat surface in the office, only the floor was
spared. There were six chairs and a low table in front of the desk and all were completely
obscured by the stacks and stacks of packages. "What the hell is this?" The News
Director asked.
Keith scratched the back of his neck. "I guess your reputation proceeds you. We put a
little blurb about you on the website, one of the trade magazines put it on their site and
by Wednesday the packages started coming in...They're from reporters, videographers,
anchors, and you even got some resumes from producers."
"Keith, you seem like a bright guy, what does this look like to you?" She turned
to look at him.
Chris was right, he thought, they weren't colored contacts. "It looks like..."
He paused and answered very carefully, "...Someone thinks you're going to clean
house, and a whole buncha people want to work for you."
"Are we short some bodies?"
"No," Keith replied, "We've got a full count right now unless...you