Yeah, that’s it. KTKA always makes you sign that code of conduct bullshit about ethics. Yeah, that’s it. But I can’t just go up to him and demand what I want. No, I have to be crafty and convincing for Mr. Foster to listen.
Angelica thoughts were interrupted by her phone ringing. She dropped the pink plastic water pot on the hardware floor in her dining room quickly stepping over the small water puddle that fell to get to her Sony black digital cordless phone.
“Hello.”
“Ah, hi Angelica, this is Frank. How are you?”
“Fine. What time can you be over?”
“What time do you want me to come?”
“Seven, and don’t be late this time and don’t bring flowers or candy or none of that bullshit. Just come.”
“Damn girl, can you give a brother a break?”
“Frank, I’m fucking you tonight. You are getting a break.”
“Can we at least eat something tonight? You know it will be around dinner time,” Frank pleaded.
“Ok. Bring Chinese. You know the usual.”
“Ok then. I’m looking forward….”
“Bye Frank,” snapped Angelica.
Angelica rolled her hazel brown eyes up toward the ceiling as she hung up the cordless phone. She hated that Frank always tried to turn their arrangement into a date. She often told Frank that she was not interested in a mailroom guy and for that matter, anyone that will interfere with her career. She didn’t have time for love and she didn’t have time for a guy who built his career delivering and sending mail.
She returned to watering her dozen of plants and began to pull the dead leaves off her ivory plant that hung between the bay windows in her dining room. She sat the water pot on the antique oak wood table that her grandmother gave to her before she died. She quickly snatched the water pot back off the table and sat it down in the puddle of water that spilled when she answered the phone. Mooney was positioned on the floor half of his body in the living room and the other half that held his head was in the dining room looking at Angelica as she watered the plants.
“Mooney, we are having company tonight and I want you to be a good boy,” Angelica said.
Angelica finished her weekend chores, cleaning, laundry, and paying bills and rested on her colorful chase that expressed more lavender color than any. She had a little while before Frank came and she wanted to relax. She drank a class of Chardonnay and pet Mooney with her left hand while she looked at the oak tree that danced in front of her bay windows. She loved looking at the sun set and how the shadow of the sun’s reflection outlined the tree branches.
Lisa Proctor is a tramp – a whore – a lying, cheating whore! She couldn’t just work hard and apply for the position like everyone else. No. she had to screw the decision maker. Who in the hell does she think she is? No wonder she spent $5,000 on that damn boob job. They are her weapon. If you think your ass will get that position after only being there for three years, you are wrong Bitch! You are wrong!
Angelica took a deep breath and gobbled down her half full class of wine and quickly removed her body from the chase stepping over Mooney who was sound asleep. The pumping of adrenaline would no longer allow her to relax.
Angelica put in her new CD of Schumann – “The Sonatas for Violin and Piano." She loved classical music and loved the powerful message that she was able to hear through the instruments. The music spoke to her soul and her instincts. She turned up the volume a couple notches and listened intently to the music. Yeah, this is a keeper.
She turned on the shower and sat on the toilet stool and listened to the first song ending and the new song beginning. She took a deep breath and relaxed her shoulders for a minute before removing all of her sweat clothes and matching pink underwear allowing them to fall to the floor.
Angelica felt rejuvenated as she stood in front of her bedroom mirror looking at how erect her nipples were. She was ready for Frank. She caressed her nipples and her stomach and loved being a woman. Her caramel skin would look beautiful on the tube and her lean shoulders would demand attention from the world. She would allow her hair to grow longer and was happy that she was given beautiful locks from her part Indian grandmother. They want to see long hair. That’s all they are use to seeing is long hair. Angelica moved her face from side to side and up and down ensuring that her face was still picture perfect. She was now twenty-nine years old and she wanted to keep her youthful appearance. A red satin bra and panty set was the choice for the evening and Channel’s Cocoa will be the choice of fragrance. She decided clothes were not necessary tonight and slipped the mid-sized red satin night gown over her head. The long slits on the side of her night gown revealed her shapely quads and the lower cheeks of her beautiful ass. She slipped on her red satin slippers and decided that they were too glamorous for tonight. Instead she opted to go barefoot.
Frank walked through the doors holding a large brown bag of Chinese food and another bag with the top of the bottle peaking out.
“I had to get your favorite wine.”
Angelica unimpressed said, “Thanks.”
She grabbed both bags from Frank while helping Mooney to the side with one of her legs and walked pass the lavender sofa and satin-like green chair to the kitchen. Frank followed Angelica and Mooney collapsed on the floor by the green chair.
“Get the light.”
“Sure,” Frank said as he reached pass her head to turn on the light while watching the red gown sashay around Angelica’s legs and hips. “You look beautiful and sexy and you smell good too.”
‘Thanks.”
Angelica walked pass Frank to her entertainment center full of reflections of her lavender, green and gold colored living room area. She had spent almost an hour cleaning all the glass of the large unit. She quickly stopped the music and inserted John Legend’s CD in.
“Why did you change the music? I can get into some classic shit.”
“You don’t get into classical music, you understand it, Angelica said irritated at Frank’s voice.
“Well, I can get into Legend too. I like his “Ordinary People” song.
“I’m getting a glass of wine. Do you want one?”
“Yeah. Sure.”
“So what did you do today?”
Angelica continued moving around in the kitchen never looking at Frank and answered, “Just stuff.”
Frank sat down on the sofa and looked around and clapped his hands for Mooney to come over to him. Mooney, like his owner, was not interested in Frank and returned his head to the floor next to the green satin chair.
Her hips swayed pass Frank holding two glasses of wine as he sat on the sofa. The wide hallway lead to her large bedroom and was covered with historical black art including the picture named the funeral procession, which was her favorite.
“Are you coming?” She yelled over her shoulder.
Frank already excited at the smell of Angelica and the way her ass moved with her hips. He closed the door behind him and focused on Angelica as she was careful to place both glasses on two glass coasters she pulled from her nightstand. John Legend’s sexy song, “Alright” was playing on Angelica’s bedroom speakers and Frank began to bob his head at the beat.
“You mind if I turn up the music?”
“Yes.”
“I’m just feeling this song. It has a nice beat,’ as he took off his black sweater and t-shirt together first and unbuckled his belt to his Levi jeans. His dark brown eyes were dancing around Angelica’s body as he undressed. He had been careful to get a pedicure and manicure before tonight’s date with Angelica and worked out an extra hour at the gym. He wanted to be fine for her and knew she appreciated his lean and fit body. Even more so, he knew that Angelica appreciated his weapon that would make a tear come down her face. She would never admit that Frank found her G-spot and he didn’t care because he knew he had. Frank outlined his goatee with his finger and thumb as he stood like a tall nickel statue.
“I’m ready for you baby.”
Angelica climbed on the bed on all fours and allowed Frank to pull off the satin red panties from her round ass. She gasped for air as he made her forget all her problems and wants because her needs were being fulfilled at this very moment.
After hours of pure pleasure, Frank and Angelica lay in bed wrapped in her cream 300-count sheets exhausted and satisfied. Frank wanted to begin talking a lot sooner but he knew that he had to give Angelica time before he began. He pulled the cream and brown comforter over him as his body temperature decreased.
“So, do you think you will get the promotion as the full-time anchor person?”
“Yes.”
She wasn’t ready for Frank to leave, but sure wasn’t ready to discuss her life and job with him. She was not sure if she wanted more pleasure and the night was still young.
“What about Lisa Proctor?”
“What about her,” Angelica snapped
“You know. She may get it because…”
“Frank, I don’t want to hear that shit. Just don’t talk right now.”
“Oh I can fuck your brains out as long as I don’t talk?” Frank snapped.
Angelica did not answer, but turned and climbed up on top of him after pulling her comforter away from his body. She positioned herself just right on his penis and Frank could not resist. His head melted into the down pillow and once again he lost control. Angelica knew how to get what she wanted from Frank or from any man. She looked into Frank’s eyes to let him know she was in control and she was glad that’s all it took this time to get what she wanted. Her body tensed while she squeezed Frank’s chest. Angelica slid off of Frank’s firm body and took a deep breath and exhaled and happy as hell to be feeling relaxed. She gobbled the remaining wine in her glass. Frank again lying still began talking.
“That was so good baby. You rode me like you were in a rodeo.”
“It was good.”
“You know Angelica, I like you a lot and you can talk to me. I work in the mailroom but I am educated and one day my goal is to become producer of my own show.”
Angelica unimpressed said, “That’s good.”
“I want to produce a talk show, you know, like the Oprah Show or Regis and Kelly Show. I have a connection at NBC and I’m hoping to become an assistant to the executive producer,” Frank stated proudly.
“Good for you, Frank. Good for you.” I hope you get your shot. I’m hungry. You want another glass of wine?” She said as she climbed her curved body out of bed.
“No thanks,” Frank mumbled.
Angelica slips her night gown over her head and walks barefooted to the kitchen. Frank didn’t understand this woman. He would do anything for her. Frank slipped on his underwear and jeans and walked to the kitchen.
“Wash your hands, please.”
“What does it matter if I’m not eating out of your container?”
“Frank, that’s nasty, please wash you hands,” Angelica demanded.
“I think I will take mine to go.”
“That’s not necessary, Frank.”
“It is, Angelica. I’m glad to be of service to you tonight. It was damn worth it and I can’t wait to get some more information so I can fuck you again,” Frank said as he went back into her bedroom to finish dressing.
The food still in her mouth without being chewed, she stared in Frank’s back as he left her sight.
“Do you have all your food?” Frank asked now sitting on her sofa.
“Yes,” she said as she watched him put on his second boot.
“Good, have a fucking great evening.”
Frank gabbed his food off the kitchen ledge the overlooked her colorful living room and his jacket off the lavender sofa and walked out of Angelica’s front door.
Angelica stood looking at the door. He’s never done that before. Oh well. I feel great and it was well worth the time spent with him. He is fine. Too bad he works in the mailroom. Angelica sat on the kitchen bar stool and finished eating while the John Legend’s CD finished playing for the fifth time. She called for Mooney to feed him some of her beef.
After her pleasant weekend, Angelica walked in the doors of KTKA wearing a red wool suit with a white, red and black neck scarf. She walked gracefully in her 2 ½ inch black pumps smiling at Henry, the security guard who gave her a wink
.
“Good morning, Angelica,” Henry said with an upbeat voice.
Angelica nodded, smiled and continued to the elevators. She pushed number eight as the elevator doors closed and was satisfied that she had typed up the letter to Mr. Foster at home and re-wrote and re-read it seven times to make sure he understood her demands.
Mr. Michael Foster:
KTKA was built on honesty and integrity.
The workers of KTKA have worked diligently in an effort to make our news the
best in the city without jeopardizing or compromising the station’s honesty and
integrity. It has been reported that you continue to engage in
inappropriate activity with Ms. Lisa Proctor. Your personal life is your
business, but I’m sure Mrs. Foster would not appreciate hearing the news
especially after recently celebrating twenty-five years of marriage. Do
you need to be reminded that your wife is the sole heir to the estate of
Pittsburgh Plate Glass Company?
It is clear that Ms. Procter has
pursued your interest for a career opportunity. If you were not aware,
then it is in the best interest of KTKA that you become aware. This is
your chance to continue the reputation of this news station and promote the
correct person for the anchor position based on talent, skills, knowledge, and
seniority. Your cooperation is greatly appreciated and it is imperative
that you do the right thing and avoid the chance of being ridiculed, embarrassed
and demoted from your position.
A concerned bystander
Careful to use her leather Versace gloves, Angelica folded the letter and stuffed the envelope. She typed Mr. Foster’s name on the front of the envelope and stuffed the letter in her brief case.
Angelica arrived at work one hour earlier to make sure that she placed the envelope in Mr. Foster’s mailbox that sat adjacent to his office. She quickly slipped the letter on top of the mail and exited the door to the stair case near Mr. Foster’s office and walked down to the next floor to take the elevators down to the cafeteria. Two women stepped on the elevator on the fifth floor and were so engaged in their talk about the weekend that they barely noticed Angelica. She surmised that they worked as secretaries because of the Sears clothing type. They have to be friends and shop together to buy clothes from Sears or J.C. Penney. Angelica became irritated with the Avon type fragrance that one of them had on. She became impatient waiting for the elevator doors to open. She walked behind the two ladies and quickly stepped around to the right side of them. She grabbed the “Pittsburgh Press” and proceeded to grab her second cup of coffee for the day.
“$2.00 please,” said the cashier.
Angelica picked up her coffee and paper off the counter and proceeded to the corner where she often met Frank for information. BODY FOUND IN ALLEGHENY RIVER - HALGATE FAMILY CONNECTION, the headline read. The Halgate family was old money in Pittsburgh and built their fortune in the banking business. Halgate Bank was one of Pittsburgh’s first and finest banks that built Pittsburgh’s Civic Arena back in the early 1950’s. Angelica loved going there as a child to see all of her favorite shows including the Muppets.
“Good morning, Angelica.”
Angelica irritated of being disturbed looked up to see Lisa Proctor’s mannequin face perfectly painted for the day.
“Good morning, what can I do for you, Lisa?”
“I’m wondering your thoughts on Sarah’s retirement.”
“It’s time.”
“I agree. A fresh new face is needed.”
‘I’m assuming your referring to yourself,” Angelica said sarcastically.
“Of course.”
“So, you think you are going to get that position?”
“Yes. Angelica. I mean who else could do such a fantastic job? I’ve filled in for the weekend news and reviews were great,” Lisa said as she swung her blonde main over her right ear.
“So have I and reviews were great.”
“Angelica, let’s face it. Pittsburgh is not ready for an African-American anchor woman. They won’t have it. These old biddies want young, fresh and you know…..”
“No. I don’t know, Lisa. Please enlighten me.”
“Listen, I’ve got to be going. I have a conference call with our sister company in Boston. I’ve been assigned to provide feedback on how we structure our news here. We’ll talk soon.”
Angelica looked at Lisa as she walked her wide ass away wearing a short black skirt. Angelica thought she looked plain and sloppy. Someone really needs to teach her that you don’t show your panty lines. Whore. Lisa was three years younger but her face reflected that she was ten years older than Angelica from years in the tanning bed. I guess we’ll see Ms. Proctor. We’ll see.
Angelica tried to focus on reading but could not stop thinking about Lisa and Mr. Foster and the anchor position. She looked at the clock on the stark-white wall of the cafeteria because it was positioned conveniently in front of her. It’s time. Angelica could not control the butterflies in her stomach. She was overwhelmed with excitement and anticipation of Mr. Foster reading that letter. As she stepped on the eighth floor from the elevator, the smell of coffee brewing, people yelling and talking over each other and multiple phones ringing simultaneously, Angelica felt right at home. She loved the news room with mounted televisions in every corner. She loved the adrenaline of meeting deadline dates.
“Good Morning.”
Angelica nodded her head at her co-workers and quickly sat at her desk putting her brief case on the side of her desk and her purse in the bottom drawer. Before she had a chance to turn on her desk lamp, Toby Carter, a reporter handed her a typed document.
“Hi Angelica, Could you edit this piece for me? I have to go get a story and it’s needed for the news at noon. Please email me and I will take a look in the van. Thanks.”
Toby was off again and Angelica took off her jacket to her red wool suit, rolled up her white long sleeves and began to respond to Toby’s request. Angelica turned to the left to type in her user name and password: AngPatt, Success1A, on her laptop to locate Toby’s electronic version. Mr. Foster was standing near the coffee stand talking with Olivia, another reporter. Angelica knew that he was on his way to his mailbox. His regiment was to read his mail first thing in the morning for at least 10 minutes. Angelica lowered her eyes from the top of the cubicle and began working on Toby’s story. All the reporters preferred Angelica to edit and prompted their stories when they didn’t have time. She was the best and when Mr. Foster offered her opportunity to the new position, she couldn’t say yes fast enough. She had damaged some of her valuable shoes running around on all that concrete.
Mr. Foster walked to the elevator with a pale face and widened dark blue eyes. Angelica knew he had read the letter. Her eyes followed him until the doors closed and she couldn’t help but to feel victory. Now, I will just sit back and wait for my new position. Angelica smiled devilishly and began to tackle her heavy workload of researching and editing. She had to move fast and steadily to meet her deadlines. Her phone rang for the tenth time already and the day was young.
“Angelica Patterson.”
“Angelica, Toby, how’s the piece coming along?”
“Done. I’m uploading it now.”
“Got it. You are the best,” Toby said happy and relieved.
“You haven’t seen the entire thing yet?”
“I know your work and the video is streaming now. Got to go.”
The new computer software, equipment and server made working much faster and easier. She hung up the phone and began looking at Olivia’s story.
Angelica looked at her watch and she already worked through the day plus overtime. She paused to take a look at photos of her parents, Carl and Jackie Patterson, sitting down during Christmas dinner at their house a few years ago and her brother, Carl Jr. and his wife Tammy. Angelica was reminded that she is to attend Tammy’s baby shower soon and quickly pulled out her calendar from her briefcase. Good. I have a couple weeks to get a gift. Angelica stood up from her cubicle and wished she had stopped working to stretch her legs sooner.
“Good evening, Angelica. I’m sorry we didn’t get a chance to talk today,” yelled Melissa, the department’s secretary.
“We’ll get a chance to talk tomorrow, hopefully,” said Angelica.
Melissa is great to talk to and is smart beyond her twenty-one years. She became pregnant and dropped out of college only for her boyfriend to disappear. During one of their many conversations, Melissa said, “I have no regrets, Angelica. I have my son and he makes me happy and proud to be his mother.”
Angelica wished that’s all she needed to make her happy. There was no way a crumb snatcher was going to ruin her life and her plans to be seen by the world.
After returning to her desk from the bathroom, Angelica noticed that Frank was not at work today. She logged off her computer and put her suit coat on, turned off her desk lamp and proceeded to the elevator. Indeed, it was a hell of a day.
Angelica sat at her dining table reading the evening news comparing written versus television news after taking Mooney for his evening walk. The phone rang and she decided that she would let the answering machine pick up the call.
Beep…
“Hello Angelica, This is Michael Foster.
Angelica froze and then pushed her chair back from her body so fast that if fell over and Mooney jumped up from his relaxing position to study his owner dashing to the phone.
“Hello. Hello. Mr. Foster?”
“Yes, Angelica. Oh I’m glad your home. I was just leaving you a message to see if you can come in the office thirty minutes early tomorrow. I’m going to make an announcement that I’m sure will surprise you, but please you because it is so difficult to talk and answer questions during working hours, I thought I would ask specific people who needed to hear to come in early.”
“Sure. Mr. Foster. I will be there bright and early.”
“Bye and sorry to disturb you at home.”
“No. It wasn’t a bother. Thanks for calling me.”
Angelica was gleaming inside and so excited that she paced the floor, bounced up and down on her lavender sofa and beat her lavender and green pillow. She reached for the phone to call Jackie Patterson.
“Mom? I’m getting the promotion finally.”
“Hello Angel. Say this again,” Jackie said clearing the sleep from her voice.
‘I’m finally getting the anchor position!”
“That’s wonderful Angel! Daddy, Angel’s going to be on the news at five now! Right? Baby, I’m so proud of you.”
“Yes, thank you for joining KTKA’s News at Five with Angelica Patterson. Mom, I’m so excited.”
“Honey, you just found out?
“Yes, Mr. Foster just called me.”
“I’m so glad that you are finally getting the opportunity to show that beautiful face of yours. I knew you could do it from the time you began wishing for this as a child. I knew after seeing your face on Penn State campus’ television that you have made the right choice. I rather look at you than that Sarah Burns lady. You are far more beautiful. I will call your brother and tell him.”
“Mom, thank you for always believing in me. I’m going to go now. I’m sorry I woke you and daddy. I love you.”
“I love you too honey and congratulations. Come over to the house so we can talk more about it and celebrate. Ok, honey?”
“Yes. Bye Mom.”
Jackie and Carl went to bed earlier than most children and Angelica knew they had been sleep for awhile, but she couldn’t resist sharing her news.
Angelica knew she had to wear her power suit tomorrow. She chose the black Donna Karan suit with the long, fitted skirt. The jacket would be perfect because of its double gold buttons, Angelica thought. No blouse is needed. It was time for celebrating. Angelica stood in her bedroom looking at her dresser mirror careful not to spill her glass of Chardonnay on her red oak dresser top.
“Hi, I’m Angelica Patterson and welcome to KTKA’s News at Five.”
Angelica cleared her voice and said in a more assertive voice, “Hello, My name is Angelica Patterson and thank you for joining KTKA’s News at Five.”
Angelica flopped down on her bed and stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes before rising quickly when she felt Mooney’s tongue caressing her foot. She leaned over to pet Mooney.
“Hey boy, your Mamma will be giving the news everyday. Aren’t you proud of me? Yes, you are a good boy. Yes, you are.”
The time passed slowly as Angelica prepared for bed. She tossed and turned before falling off to sleep.
“Good
Morning, Henry,” Angelica smiled a gleaming smile.
“Ah Good morning, Angelica,” Henry responded surprisingly. Henry had always spoken to Angelica first for five years even though Angelica always opted to nod her head to greet him.
About twenty people where standing in the glassed conference room and Angelica could not wait to enter into those glassed doors. What is Frank doing in there? He must be delivering the official news or something. She marched directly to the conference room without putting her brief case and her purse in her cubicle.
“Hello everyone.”
“Good Morning.”
“Hello, how are you?” said Toby.
She didn’t answer and turned her attention to Frank who was standing near Mr. Foster. He looked different today. Angelica thought maybe he had a fresh hair cut or something. She smiled and nodded her head and Frank in return gave her the same greeting. Lisa Proctor was noticeably absent. Mr. Foster is a smart man, Angelica thought. But who is the Halle Berry looking chick standing near Mr. Foster and Frank?
“Can I have your attention please?” Mr. Foster said after he cleared his voice.
“Thank you for coming early this morning because news waits on no one and we all have a hectic schedule in front of us today. It’s been a pleasure to work with all of you and KTKA,” Mr. Foster said while he looked at Mr. Davidson, Vice President of Sand Communication, the parent
company of KTKA.
“It’s been a long journey for me and I’ve enjoyed every minute of it. This work is not about the money, but about learning and giving accurate and solid news to the people that deserve to hear it. After twenty years of hard work and sacrifice, it is my best interest to step down from this position to spend time with my loving wife.”
Astonished, Angelica and the crowd listened intently with hesitant silence. No one knew whether to congratulate him or be disappointed about his announcement and the crowded conference room was quiet.
“I have been pondering retirement for some time and I was convinced this week that it is time. So, after careful consideration, Mr. Davidson and I have selected Frank Sullivan as the new executive producer. Mr. Davidson had been watching Frank as he did a great deal of volunteer work for NBC and PBS and was impressed with his attention to detail and his fresh new outlook on television broadcasting. Because of Frank, NBC and PBS have shown a much-needed increase in ratings. You know of Frank, the mailroom guy, but Mr. Davidson and I know of Frank, the brilliant mind behind the new success of NBC’s Pittsburgh Daily show. Please congratulate him.”
The crowded room began to clap, cheer and congratulate Frank.
“Well done Frank!”
“Congratulations Frank, I always knew you had it in you!”
Mr. Foster pleased at the reception said, “Frank, will be replacing me immediately. Frank, please say a few words now.”
“I am humbled and grateful for the opportunity and the confidence that Mr. Davidson and Mr. Foster have in my work and I promise to each of you that I will continue to build on the honesty and integrity that KTKA was built on. I believe in an open-door policy and want to hear your suggestions, comments and your feedback. Thank you for the warm welcome.”
Hands clapped and whistling filled the conference room. Angelica slowly clapped and was numb from her head to her feet. She took a deep breath and looked around to remind herself where she was. Her head felt light and her mind raced.
“Thank you, Thank you,” Frank cheered. “I have an announcement to make myself.”
Angelica closed her eyes to shake off the blow to her skull. She backed up against the interior wall to make sure her legs could hold her up.
“As you know, Sarah Burns is retiring and I have been given the opportunity to hire her replacement.”
Sarah Burns, sat in a chair against the classed wall, stood up and waved her hand and returned to her seat.
“Although we are sad to see Ms. Burns leave KTKA, I have her successor that all of you will be proud of. This young woman is brilliant and comes to us by the way of Houston, TX with a great deal of experience as a reporter and as a news anchor. I was given the opportunity to work with her on a special project for the Daily Show at NBC and I think she has what is needed for KTKA to reach new goals and expectations. Please welcome and congratulate Denise Johnson.”
Everyone looked around at each other and clapped hesitantly. As the blood rushed to Angelica’s feet, she felt her chest tighten and her knees wobble. No! This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening!
“Thanks for everyone’s attention. I know it time to get to work and if anyone has any questions, please feel free to stop by my desk,” Mr. Foster said with both of his hands secured together just below his chest. He nodded his head in Angelica’s direction giving her a half grin.
Everyone spoke to each other shocked at the news, but not as shocked as Angelica. Angelica’s and Frank’s eyes met for what felt like minutes, but a few seconds had past. Angelica didn’t know what to think or say as Frank moved toward her from Mr. Foster and Denise Johnson who greeted the people that gave them well wishes.
“Not bad for a mail room guy, huh?”
‘Not bad.”
“You treat me well and you may get a shot at News at eleven,” Frank said as he smiled.
Angelica could not believe her career and her life was in the hands of the mailroom guy. Who could have imagined? Many thoughts flooded her mind and she stared at Frank, but her mind was distant from where she was standing. She couldn’t move her body. Frank waved his hand in front of Angelica’s face.
“Hey, you want to get together tonight?”
“Excuse me, what did you say?
Frank smiled, “do you want to get together tonight?
“No, not tonight.”
“Are you sure about that?”
She took two steps backward and was glad that her feet finally moved. With tall shoulders and an arched back, Angelica leaned down to grab her briefcase and purse and walked passed Frank with her right shoulder bushing his arm. She went to her desk and realized that she already had her briefcase and purse and Frank watched Angelica through the glass wall stepping on the elevator while he swallowed the sound of success from well wishers.
"Oh, It’s not over Frank,” Angelica thought as she broke her nail pushing the Lobby button on the elevator.
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