Fastball
“As she grabbed for it—more to silence the noise than anything else—she cursed the idiot calling her room at this hour of the morning.
A quick glance at the clock and she winced.
It was already nine. Not exactly dawn, but altogether too early for her since it was nearly three by the time she got to the hotel and turned in last night. She held the receiver to her ear only to pull it back when the booming voice of Charley Cameron, director of media affairs for the Patriots, came over the line.
“Ma...ddie, we need to talk.”
She held back a sigh. Obviously her morning was going to start with a chewing out. “How can I help you, Charley?”
“My secretary just emailed me a copy of your story on Jake Miller in today’s paper. It’s a nice piece of work.
You really captured Jake better than anybody I’ve seen so far.”
His frosty tone didn’t match the congratulatory words. Not that she’d really been expecting kudos.
Still, she played it straight. “It’s kind of you to say that.”MoreLess
A quick glance at the clock and she winced.
It was already nine. Not exactly dawn, but altogether too early for her since it was nearly three by the time she got to the hotel and turned in last night. She held the receiver to her ear only to pull it back when the booming voice of Charley Cameron, director of media affairs for the Patriots, came over the line.
“Ma...ddie, we need to talk.”
She held back a sigh. Obviously her morning was going to start with a chewing out. “How can I help you, Charley?”
“My secretary just emailed me a copy of your story on Jake Miller in today’s paper. It’s a nice piece of work.
You really captured Jake better than anybody I’ve seen so far.”
His frosty tone didn’t match the congratulatory words. Not that she’d really been expecting kudos.
Still, she played it straight. “It’s kind of you to say that.”MoreLess
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