Hey Guys, I'm posting again to have the story on the same schedule as another board I posted it on. Thank you all for the reviews, they mea so much, really. You have no idea how it bends my day into something more enjoyable. And yes, it will seem slightly confusing, but in the next few chapters...trust me...you will get some explanations. Once again, thanks and review more:) Have a good night.
As soon as I walked through the elevator doors, Jill ran up to my side and walked a little fast, so I tried to keep the pace. "Uh…Jill, did you drink to much coffee this morning." She laughed her reddish brown locks swaying with her quick strides. "Not enough, listen…we're having an emergency meeting about this new show. Ms. Foster is dead serious about this project." I stopped as soon as the word emergency was used.
"Wow, she hasn't called for an emergency meeting since ABC came up with dancing with the stars…this must be big." I was surprised at how nervous I was just thinking about it. If this is what will get me the promotion, then I will do everything in my power to work for it. Jill laughed, "And then we had to do our skating with the stars show earlier then expected! Now come on, we have a meeting to attend." We walked off arm and arm to the meeting room that was all glass on one side and I could see all my co-workers waiting in their respective chairs.
When I sat down in my chair, Mary Foster, who was my boss, walked in and took her seat at the end of the long table. She was a very petite woman, 5'3" at the most, but she was full of power and confidence. I wish I could be as strong as she is at 50, but without the part of being so damn scary.
"Alright people, this is the deal. ABC has their new show, Kyle XY has anyone heard of this?" My co-worker Norm raised his hand. "Is that the one with the kid that has no bellybutton Ms. Foster?" She nodded slowly and looked around the room. "Yes it is Norm, and its wacky storylines like that which bring in high ratings. I know you must be saying, how the hell does this alien freak get the large audience that it does? It's because every other show is weak. For example, One Tree Hill killed off that man and no one has watched it with the same enthusiasm."
Kirk was the first to speak up as always, "So you're saying we should write about something with a wacky storyline?" Ms. Foster turned to him sharply, "Not YOUR kind of wacky storylines Kirk…just something that will catch the young audiences."
"So I was hoping that by next week, we will have the plot from one of you." I was listening to Ms. Foster and wrote down everything she said for once. I was sick about writing for the news; I wanted to write about things I knew were fun for girls I used to be like. She told us how she wants it, and now it will be a challenge to see who writes the best pitch. Of course, Kirk will try and pitch his show that he has spent weeks writing and I haven't heard the end to how great it is. It sounds really pathetic, called "The Loop" or something.
Later that night around 7:30 which was early for me, I walked into my home and was surprised to see the table set with candles and the whole deal. Then Seth turned around from the couch and I ran over to him and fell on him in that friendly, high school way. I kissed him hard which caught him by surprise. "Is this because I set the table? Because if that's the case…I can cook dinner too." I pulled away and smiled. "I had a good day is all." Seth looked at my hands which he had taken in his only moments before and smiled. "And I thought I was going to get lucky tonight…" I got up off the couch and pulled him with me. "If you play your cards right, we'll see."
We ended up ordering Thai because I didn't want to cook and I figured Seth wouldn't either. The meal reminded me of old days when Marissa and I would go over to have dinner with the Cohen's but things have changed so much that these memories opened up scars and turned them into fresh wounds once again. Speaking of which…
"So have you talked to Ryan lately?" Seth looked up to meet my gaze and then nodded his head. "Yeah just today, he seems to be ok, you know. Swamped with work as usual." I nodded slowly and thought about my blonde friend, and then Seth spoke up again. "You know…he went and saw her a few days ago?" I looked up and smiled, "That's great, I'm glad he gets around to doing that every so often."
There was an awkward silence and Seth spoke up once again. "So how was work that made you so…jumpy?" I perked up to his question, "Well, Foster wants us to give her a pitch for a new teen drama." Seth laughed, "That's your job right there. Do you think you'll get it?" This question was bound to come up and I let it sit for a moment, letting me think if I could actually land this job. "Summer?" I was pulled from my thoughts to the pair of interested chocolate eyes in front of me. "I…uh…haven't thought of anything just yet."
I stood and I grabbed my plate along with my silverware and drinking glass and walked over to dish washer. Carefully I loaded up the machine with my dishes and I felt Seth's presence behind me and I stopped. My eyes focused on the ocean outside, the waves…all of that crap that I used to enjoy once in a while but since I don't have the time to sit down and watch, I haven't appreciated them in a while. Seth stepped next to me and stared out at the same ocean and slipped his hand in mine, and gave it that reassuring squeeze he always gave. He whispered, "Whatever you write…will be unbelievable."
I smiled and leaned my head on his shoulder. If things could be that simple, I would've had the promotion a while ago. He kissed my cheek and we headed over to the couch and watched a rerun of Seinfeld, a show that always brought us together at the end of the day. But the thought of coming up with a pitch kept on filtering my mind.