Slipping Into The Airwaves
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This One
"This one's for money, this one's for love, this one's for taking everything that I dreamed of." – Snowmine
JACK
"Hello, Minor and Major," answered the cute receptionist, "oh, ok then, I'll let him know. Is he your direct agent?" She drummed her finger nails over her work top. "Ah right, yes I will see he gets the message right away the. Thank you, bye."
The receptionist, Katie, pushed herself from her desk on her wheelie chair and got up. Her feet were killing her from the ridiculously high and pointy stilettos her boss insisted the women here wear. He said it made them look more refined, but Katie and a lot of the other girls knew that was bull. Her boss had a reputation for being a womanizer – in fact he was one of the most notorious in New York's big business circle.
A refined upper class English man, everyone thought he was the straight laced stereotype. But then people who had climbed to the top of the business ladder tended to have their secrets and this was a man of many. Katie stood outside of his office and entered without permission. Her boss didn't mind. He actually quite liked her, and she'd noticed. Although she wasn't exactly a man-eater, people had said she was cute, pretty. But not the model type or particularly desirable, as in the wife of a Wall Street man. But she was liked none the less.
"Jack," she started, "Stella Remington wrung just now, and a bit of bad news for you." Her boss, now known as Jack, put down his coffee and lifted his head from his newspaper. "Huh?" he said casually. "Stella Remington. That novelist's wife or something. She's pulled out of doing the soundtrack that this company's producing for that film." Jack raised an eyebrow. He chewed on the inside of his mouth a little before getting up and closing the door, leaving the two inside his spacious office.
"Bollocks to that!" he exclaimed, "does the woman know how much I've invested in her and she thinks I will still keep her after this? Uh uh, no way, she is off the books! And after all the time and money she's wasted me, I will see to it she'll find no luck in being signed to any other labels or agencies in either NY or LA!" His face had gone a little red and his fists were clenched. But Katie was used to his outbursts.
"Ok then," Katie said, about to make her exit. "Oh and Jack, you had another call from Detective Lieutenant James or Jameson or something, I wrote it down, but she seemed eager to speak to you about something, so if you could call her back? I entered her number into the system for you," Katie smiled. Jack smiled back – her smile was one you just had to answer. He couldn't help it, it was so genuine.
"Well look how much you've grown," Jack said in reply. It was true; Katie had started out as an amateur hopeful would be singer songwriter herself, but couldn't get work. She'd got an internship at Minor and Major, but was terrible to start off with. But when she found herself finding her boss attractive she wanted to impress him and for him to notice her. And notice her he did; she found herself a new look, knuckled down to her work, and was eventually given the job as Jack Stanger's personal secretary for his own personal multi-billion dollar company.
The one thing she'd pretty much let go of was not her sanity but dreams of making it in the music business, but to her it was worth it, because Jack liked her and constantly found a means of giving her a raise. Which was weird in itself – Jack Stanger had never been the giving type. He was a man who would take and take and then some.
Once she'd left the room, Jack opened up the files in his directory and called Scotland Yard. "Must be a Brit," he thought. "Ah, yes, hello, I'm Jack Stanger of Minor And Major; my receptionist said that you were trying to reach me," he said in his typical charming business man kind of way. It was safe to say that the Detective on the other end of the phone was already impressed with his stately manner, but then Jack Stanger always had a way with words.
As the Detective explained the situation, Jack found himself melting back into his chair. "Uh huh, mmm, I see," were the main components of his responses. However, unlike Ralph, he had kept a level head whilst speaking about this matter. On hanging up, Jack Stanger stood up, straightened his tie and left his office in a rush.
Apart from the phone call, the hurried packing and direct trip to New York's JFK Airport, it had been a pretty normal day.
