Chapter 2

Lynda walked into the newsroom by herself. The first thing she saw was Frazz slothed out across two desks. She sighed and marched over.

"Frazz!" No answer. "FRAZZ!"

Frazz slept on peacefully. Lynda grabbed Spike's Walkman that was lying on the desk near by, cranked up the volume, placed the headphones on Frazz's head and pressed "play".

"WHAT THE?" Frazz bolted upright as his ears were assaulted with Spike's current favourite tape, "Best Ever Rock Songs, Volume 2."

Lynda merely raised a critical eyebrow.

Frazz gave a guilty laugh, "Uh, Lynda. I was just uh, resting my eyes for a bit. Yeah."

"Well, rest them outside my newsroom!" Lynda dropped the Walkman on Frazz's stomach and strode back to her desk. "Kenny, I want the graphics team lined up against the wall and shot at!" She opened her desk drawer and dropped her bag inside.

"Good morning, Lynda." Kenny didn't look up from the book he was reading.

"Tell Colin I need last weeks' sales figures today not Easter 2017. Get Sarah to sharpen up her piece on the school play auditions and get Danny to get some photos of them. Oh and I don't need that story on the kindergarten robbery, it turned out one of the kids just decided that the hamster needed a new home. In the sand-pit."

"Yeah." Kenny still didn't look up from his book.

Lynda glanced up. "Kenny, what are you reading?"

"Hmm?" Kenny looked up, "Oh, it's Romeo and Juliet."

"Oh, not you too!"

"Hello! Girls and boys!", Spike announced his arrival loudly as usual, "Girls please, you can kiss my feet in a conga line!" He sailed over to Lynda's desk. "Good morning, Boss. Again."

"Again?" Kenny looked confused at first and then slowly grinned.

"Shut up, Kenny!" said Lynda, warningly.

"Lynda let me walk with her as far as the Gazette building then she insisted she go in first, so no-one would know we walked here together," Spike explained, cheerfully.

"Spike!" Lynda hissed.

"Kenny, I tell you, this woman is so nuts about me, her face even manages to turn my favourite colour when I compliment her. Red!" Spike perched himself on the side of Lynda's desk.

Kenny smiled and turned to Lynda with a mock serious expression, "Is that true, Lynda?"

Lynda glared poisonously at Spike as she got up and grabbed a folder off of her desk, "Of course it isn't. Spike's just being pathetic as usual." She marched off, her head held high.

Spike leaned over towards Kenny, "Watch this. Hey Lynda!"

Lynda whirled around. "For God's sake, Spike, what?"

"I really like the way your hair looks today!" Spike called over to her.

Lynda narrowed her eyes as she turned a deep shade of red. Spike shrugged at an amazed Kenny, "What'd I tell ya?"