I'm filling out one of Andy's weekly reports and reading an article off Slate-multitasking is my specialty-when the door sounds like it was kicked open. But it was just Andy.
"Clark!" Andy says. Okay, this is serious-he never calls Clark or me by our real names. "You and I need to have a little chat."
Yesssss. Erin must have told him the plan. Now this will be fun to watch. I feel a small smile spread on my face, and I try to suppress it. I wanted to deck Clark myself, but seeing as Erin isn't my responsibility-she's Andy's, damn it all-I'll be satisfied with witnessing Andy chew him out. I heard that Andy has an anger management problem that he never quite resolved.
"What clothes does Erin need for this news audition?" Wait, what?
"Uhm, a couple of button-downs, a camisole, a blazer, a pencil skirt, stilettos, maybe-no, not maybe, definitely open-toed-" damn, I gotta give Clark credit: he's fearless. "Something low-cut, because the camera makes everything seem higher-cut."
"Really?" says Andy. Damn, he's not joking. Andy too? How clueless can Andy and Erin really be? Am I supposed to believe that Erin doesn't think anything's going on and Andy isn't the least bit suspicious? What is up with those two?
"Yeah, industry secret," Clark says. Are you kidding me? I'm surrounded by morons. "You're gonna want some of those pantyhose with seams up the back."
"Seems unnecessary for an audition..." I mutter, as I attempt to continue working. It's like I'm invisible, because neither acknowledges me.
"And maybe just a robe to wear between takes, but I probably have one at my place that she can borrow, so..." Yeah. He's fearless. But it's not like he has anything to fear anyway.
"Thank god somebody knows what they're talking about!" Andy laughs. I just stare at him. He really can't be that stupid. "Here," he holds out his credit card. "here's my credit card. Take Erin to the mall, and get her that...stuff."
Clark nods, not looking at Andy, as if he can't believe it either. "I absolutely will do that."
"Awesome," Andy grins, giving Clark a light slap on the shoulder. He glances back at me and acknowledges my presence with an enthusiastic, "Plop!" What on earth did I do to deserve this?
Clark blows a raspberry to get my attention, standing up slowly. I really, REALLY want to deck him. "Guess ill just...take Erin to the mall, huh?" He says, and I blow out a breath, nod-but I don't look at him. I can't. Jealousy and anger rips up my throat so that I'm afraid of moving the tiniest bit. "Get her some...sexy fun outfits." And he leaves.
When the camera guys ask me about what happened, I grin and make a joke. "That Clark, huh? Grr," and make an explosion noise as I punch my hand.
I'd love to break that douche's nose.
