"Hi Will, it's good to see you."
Three years. Three fucking years I managed to avoid any and all contact with her – and then Charlie goes out and hires her to by my EP? Jesus, ever since the hallucination she's been popping up everywhere! She's standing before me, looking somewhat like a deer caught in the headlights – a small, hopeful smile lighting her features. Pointing around the room, she indicates a new face – a Senior Producer (I think) that she brought with her. Poor sod, he won't know what's hit him when she tears his heart out, and leaves him bleeding. Fury rips through me, and it takes all I have to suppress the shudder it induces. But, for the briefest of seconds, a twinge of something also reverberates within me, and I am powerless to stop it from running rampant in my thoughts. I can't help but notice all that I had attempted to forget – all that I had missed - in the midst of hating the image of her with that son of a bitch. The moment passes, and I grind my teeth, anger claiming me once more.
"Let's go in my office."
"It's time for Don Quixote!"
I have no idea what the fuck she's talking about. I mean, she started (the second half of) her sermon with a quote from a musical, and attempted to pass it off as Don Miguel de Cervantes, for heaven's sake.
I half listen to her words – her passionate delivery is what has truly enthralled me – and realise that it has been too long since anybody in this office has been so excited, so impassioned about their job. About doing the news right. Through all these years, I've been doing a show that increased my popularity – my affability. I've also been doing a show that makes me utterly miserable. Watching her becomes so involved, so excited, about producing a good news show reawakens the first sentiments of interest I felt for her all those years ago. I remember why I loved her and want to kick myself for bringing it up, because it is always closely followed by the memory of her admission of infidelity.
I pretend to think about her rousing speech – because the truth is, I already know that I want to do her show, and I badly want to do it – and say no, just because she's so much more fun to screw around with than Don.
"Let's throw out the rundown."
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