Mike Chadway awoke with a casual yawn, a smile on his face and a bright day ahead of him. He was the proud talk show host of the segment The Ugly Truth on the Sacramento news. He was loved by all women and an idol for all men. At 6 ft 2'' he roamed the office like it was his palace. His brown hair, unshaven face and tired blue eyes gave him a rustic look which drove women crazy. His segment was getting so popular that he had women throwing themselves, literally, at his feet and men asking for his autograph.

"Hey Mike. Just the guy I was looking for!" Larry Judd popped out of a nearby doorway. Larry stood at a height of 5 ft 7'', had a receding hairline and an expanding waistline, plus he was Mike's agent.

"Hey Larry, how's it going?" He asked, while he waved at Joy Jones, the secretary and winked as one of the makeup artists gave him a small wave.

"Listen, I was visiting with my wife's family yesterday and-"

"Oh boy! Must'a been a blast." He said sarcastically, flipping through the pile of junk mail that was waiting for him.

"Uh, it wasn't too bad. Anyways the reason I brought it up is that my brother-in-law suggested that you write a book."

"A book?" Mike said glancing down at the little man who looked nervously back up at him. "Why would you're brother suggest I write a book?"

"Well he owns a publishing business and thinks that it would be a top seller." Larry's face went slightly pink as Mike studied him.

"Why would I write a book?" Mike said, turning to the coffee machine and pouring himself a coffee.

"To give people you famous advice."

"I do that every day on TV." Mike said, heading towards his office.

"Yes, well...this way people would be able to read it over and over again, and wouldn't have to worry about missing something vital on TV." Larry spoke in convincing voice.

"So I'd pretty much be like Dr. Phil?" Mike asked with fake enthusiasm.

"Yes." Larry said with a bright smile and then it faded, "uh, I mean no." Mike smiled and walked into his office. "It would be a great book. People would buy it just because it had your name on it." Mike knew that he meant this as a compliment, Mike told himself before sitting at the desk.

"I don't know Larry. My advice is...spontaneous. I don't know if I could write it all down." Mike said logging onto his computer.

"Well just think about it and let me know. I mean what are you missing?" Larry gave him thumbs up before leaving his office. Mike sighed and took a sip of his coffee. He noticed that the light on his phone was blinking so he pressed the play button to hear the messages.

"Hello Michael. This is your mother, remember me? You know the one who gave you life and raised you?" Mike smirked at his mother's dry sarcastic tone. "I was just wondering when I'll be seeing you next. I just hope that it's sometime before I die." She said, giving a dramatic sigh before hanging up. Mike grabbed the sticky notes on his desk and wrote in big bold letters, "CALL MOM" and stuck it to his computer screen.

"Hey Mike, its Tina. I was just thinking about you. I am having a party on Saturday night and just wondering...if you'd come. It would be really great if you did. You see I have this friend and I was-well if you're going to come, give me a call. Ok buh-bye." Mike groaned. This was the product of a one night stand gone horrible wrong by giving out the real phone number. Plus he hated the term buh-bye and he hated when girls tried to make it sound sexy. All it did for him was made him think of a horny 16 year old.

The third message was a series of different noises, such as car horn, street vendors and a soft breathing in the back ground. Then it ended with a click. Mike shrugged, deleted the messages and opened up his email on the computer. He noticed he had two IM's already. One was from Stuart, the head cheese in this business, who had taken a liking to Mike's brutal honesty and sarcastic sense of humour.

TIME:9:02 am
SUBJECT:GOLF

Hey want to go out after work tomorrow and whack a few?

Mike read this twice and let out a laugh at his word choice. He deleted the message without even thinking of replying. The next IM was from Abby Richter, the producer of the show. Abby was every man's fantasy girl, with her long blonde hair, nice full breasts, small waist and perfectly shaped butt. Her only problem was that she had to be in charge of everything and she was constantly giving orders.

FROM:RICHTER
TIME:9:10 am
SUBJECT:LINES

You need to follow my advice and stick to the lines that I spend hours and hours preparing. Not everyone wants to hear about blowjobs and women's "flower gardens". Stop being so disgusting and follow the script.

Mike smiled and hit the reply button.

TO:RICHTER

TIME:9:15 am
SUBJECT:RATINGS

Well good morning to you too precious. Excuse me, your highness, but if you permit me...I believe that I bring in majority of the ratings. I saved your ass. So you should be more grateful. As for the "scripts", they are the mere guide lines to my disgusting nature. SO thank you.

He smiled as he hit the send button. She always took out her anger on his, but it never seemed to bother him. In fact he enjoyed it. He knew exactly how she would react. She was already in a horrible mood and this would only piss her off even more. She would make a "huffing" sound, look around the room and then begin to type furiously. She would tie her hair, scowl and reread her email before sending it. Sure enough Mike had just started going over his material for the new show, when the computer dinged, indicating a new message. He smiled as he hit the open button.

FROM:RICHTER
TIME:9:22 am
SUBJECT:RE:RATINGS

You never even came close to saving my ass, although you sure as hell would like too. Don't flatter yourself by thinking that I will ever be grateful that you work here.

He hit the reply button quickly.

TO:RICHTER

TIME:9:27 am
SUBJECT:GIFT

You're right. I would like to get close to your ass. Which reminds me...did you try out my gift yet?

Earlier in the week Mike had left a small gift bag on Abby's desk. He had the brilliant idea, after a segment on sex toys, that maybe Abby needed a pick-me-up. So when she pulled the vibrator out of the bag with a curious expression on his face he had howled with laughter. Her face went beat red and she started screaming at him. She swore up and down that it was sexual harassment before slamming the door in his face. He laughed even harder when he realized that she had kept the vibrator in the room with her. He knew as he started flipping through his notes that she wouldn't write back because she was too embarrassed. So he started focusing on what he would talk about today and it didn't take him long to decide his ranting on marriage. He whistled past Abby's closed office door as he headed down to make-up.

"9 out of 10 times a man cheats on his wife due to her castrating him, either through work or in the comfort of his own house. Or maybe it's the fact that she's so damn ugly. No matter what the problem is...ladies, if your man's cheating, stop being so controlling and critical. Here's a simple solution. Put on a little bit of makeup, and head to the gym, maybe buy some nasty lingerie. That, my friends, is the Ugly Truth." The theme music started playing, indicating the end of his segment.

"And cut." Stuart shouted. Mike saw him coming towards him and tried to find a means of escape, but found that he was cornered. "Hey Mike. Good work out there today." He said patting Mike on the back. His bright, toothy smile was partly covered by a thick grey moustache and his face was blotchy and shiny.

"Thanks." Mike said.

"Oh, did you get my message this morning?" Stuart asked. Mike pretended to be thinking really hard, trying to remember if he had read an email this morning before he shook his head.

"No, why? What was it about?" He lied.

"I thought for sure...I was wondering if you wanted to hit the course after work." He looked hopeful. He would do anything to get away from his hateful, angry, fat wife. Mike pitied him, but not enough to want to spend an afternoon golfing with him.

"Sorry Stuart, but I've got a...hot date after work. I don't want to miss it. You know?" He said giving Stuart a playful wink. Stuart smiled and nodded slightly.

"Alright, well we can go another day. Just let me know when you're free." He said walking away sadly.

"Will do." Mike called after him, before turning to head up to his office. He was passing through the part of the set where the different screens are kept, when a pair of small, manicured hands grabbed him and pulled him through the curtain.

Two soft lips were on his before he could speak, moving quickly and fiercely. He opened his eyes and saw black, curly hair. She groaned as he pulled away. The girl standing in front of him looked vaguely familiar and as he studied her face he realized that he had slept with her months ago and had avoided her every since. She was one of the journalists for the news station, and worked on the top floor so avoiding her wasn't very hard. She ran her fingers threw his hair as he tried to remember her name. She smiled up at him and bit her bottom lip suggestively. He smiled back down at her and searched his brain for the right words to turn her down, but she pulled his head down to meet hers and he gave up on rejecting her. He lifted her onto his lap and she wrapped her legs around him. Her skirt was around her waist by now and it would be over in a matter of minutes, so why not?

Mike came out of the curtain buttoning his shirt. The girl however needed to fix pretty much her entire look. Her hair needed to be brushed, her skirt was still showing half of her butt and her shirt was completely unbuttoned. He smiled at her quickly, tapped her butt and walked away.

"Call me." She pleaded after him. He turned to give her his best smile and said, "Will do!"

Already his day was going extremely well. He had delivered a good show, had quick, satisfying bit of sex and it wasn't even lunchtime yet. He got back to his desk and looked at his phone. No messages on either his work phone or his computer. Mike sighed, leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head. He decided that he would take the rest of the day off, maybe take his mother out for lunch.

He approached Abby's office and noticed that the blinds were closed. He pressed his ear against the door listening carefully, but heard no noise at all. She frowned and pressed harder on the door.

"Um, I don't know what you're doing, but I'm not in there." Her amused voice came from behind him, and he jumped. She was standing, looking at him with raised eyebrows and her arms folded over her chest. She wore a black skirt that just reached her knees and a white blouse that had short sleeves. Her hair was in a long ponytail and she had a mug of coffee in her hand. He looked at her and gave her a charming smile.

"Oh, I was...doesn't matter. I just wanted to let you know that I'm taking the rest of the day off." He smiled as he walked past her.

"Hold on a second. You can't. We need to work on tomorrow's show." She called after him, but he didn't stop walking. He hit the button for the elevator and it appeared almost at once.

"Come by later tonight." He laughed as the people around gave him smug smiles or shocked expressions.

"Very funny Chadway!" She shouted back. "You're going to have to-" The rest of the sentence was lost as the elevator door shut her out. Winding Abby up was pretty much the sole reason that he came to work every day, that and the large pay that he received. He loved the way her eyes flared with anger and how her cheeks went pink when she was embarrassed, or how her hair- STOP IT! He kicked himself. I can't think about her this way.

Luckily for him, the cute blonde make-up artist got in the elevator. She was probably 21, maybe 22; 15 years younger but who's counting. She casually pressed the button she needed and tossed her blonde hair to the other side of her head. She stood beside him and looked up at the lit numbers. He leaned against the back wall and watched her.

Her hands were clenched tightly to a folder, probably because she was nervous, which defied the short skirt and silky white top, that when hit with a certain amount of light showed a light blue bra. She was chewing on her bottom lip and staring intently at the numbers or the floor. She never made eye contact with him, though he could tell that she wanted to.

"What's your name?" He asked her. She looked at him quickly, smiled and squeaked, "Jane, Jane Berlam."

"Nice to meet you." He stood up straighter and held out his hand to her. "I'm Mike Chadway."

"I know." She beamed up at him and then her cheeks went red. "Well I mean, who doesn't know...you're famous around here." She rambled. He smiled down and watched her lips move but never registered the fact that she was speaking. The elevator doors opened just as she asked him something, to which he had not been listening. He nodded to her.

"Well, I'd better be going. Let's get together for coffee or something." He said as he walked out of the elevator.

"I'd like that." She smiled at him and he watched the doors close. Her name was already forgotten.

It didn't take him long to find where he parked his black 2005 mustang convertible. He got into the car and exhaled. He loved this car. He loved how the leather seats felt under him, how the car roared as he picked up speed and how fast it went when he pushed it. If this car was a woman, she would be perfect. But none-the-less, it wasn't and he had to go and pick up his favourite woman in the whole world, his mother.