Prologue: Summons
The door burst open, leaving the crew of the newsroom shocked and scared as they stood to watch a lovely young lady with a horrid expression stalk by. Her blonde roots shone like a halo in the harsh lighting that made her dyed red hair and brown eyes go ablaze in a clear anger, making her expression look so much more evil. She ripped the band holding her ponytail out, stopping in front of a scared camera man as he shook visibly under her glare.
"How many times do I have to tell you: don't leave me alone at an arena!" she was pissed, snapping the elastic band as she twisted it. "Those jackass athletes don't know a thing about boundaries!"
"I'm sorry Ms. Mountney! I forgot I-"
"That's just the problem eh?! You forgot! You forgot and left me alone surrounded by idiotic athletes that don't know what 'no' means!" she hissed, but her angry posture straightened when the studio doors opened again.
"Grace, we need you at Air-"
"Air Canada Centre to cover the Leafs game." she rolled her eyes, turning to face the man standing in the door. "Doesn't NHL usually cover the big games?"
"Yes, but there's a rumor that Matthew Williams will be playing with the team tonight and I want an interview!"
"Williams eh?" she sighed, knowing full well that her boss would make her go to the game even if she was in a foul mood. "Yes sir I'm on it… Henry load up eh?!"
"Yes Ms. Mountney!"
"Let me get changed and I'll-"
"No time for that Grace. The game starts in an hour and it'll take twenty minutes to get there!"
"Yes sir…" Grace muttered, snatching a new ponytail holder from her desk as she passed. "Come on Henry!"
"Yes ma'am!" the man hurriedly followed her out to the news van so they could leave. With her behind the wheel on the uncrowded roads, the twenty minute drive was made in only fifteen, leaving them plenty of time to actually get inside. They set up quickly, so Grace took a moment to sit down.
"Tch, what's so great about this Williams guy anyway…"
"He's a really great guy, but no one can ever get an interview with him."
"Really?"
"Yeah." Henry nodded. "It's like, impossible to get the guy on camera unless he's on the ice or with his team. Any other time you catch him it's for a couple of seconds if you're lucky."
"I see." she frowned. "I'm assuming Drake knew this before hand."
"Mmhmm."
"So… why are we here?"
"Well, he might be willing to talk to-"
"Oh no…"
"-a woman."
"Shit…"