75-Keys
Roz's fingers trembled as she picked up the phone and dialed the number. It was still so hard to believe that she couldn't simply get into her car and drive the short distance to deliver the news in person. Now it would take two hours by plane. A phone call was the next best thing. Besides, he was the only one who would understand.
"Hello?"
"Frasier, it's Roz. I have some news! I got my key today!"
"I'm so proud of you Roz. You'll make a great KACL station manager."
Roz smiled. "Thanks Frasier. That means a lot to me."