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bent over , and kissed him. “See you soon.” Cal raced to the door trying to make an escape before another Jake instruction was thrown at her.
“Cal.”
Too late. Cal smiled and turned around. “Yes?”
“Be careful.”
With a quiet, appreciative smile, Cal nodded, and glad for no more instructions, she left.
As soon as the door shut, Jake picked up the phone and pressed intercom. “Lancing, stop Cal and tell her I said do not blow off the dress lady again today. Thanks.”
Central News Network - Chicago, Illinois
March 11 th - 10:30 a.m.
The bright orange and yellow printed cartoon tie really didn’t go with the other business aspects of Billy’s attire. White shirt, black pants, his curly hair styled and combed neatly. But Billy didn’t care. His niece had gotten him that tie, and he promised her he’d wear it, hideous or not. A little bit more upbeat, Billy walked into the newsroom. He walked by Trudy, the main secretary, dropping a folder on her desk. “It’s boring, but it’s what Kenning wanted. Can you get him on the phone and tell him Boswell Financial did indeed withdraw their bankruptcy? I’ll tell him ‘I told you so’ myself. Thanks.”
“Not a problem.” Trudy, an older woman , smiled and nodded then returned to her typing.
Billy continued on through the newsroom toward the cubicles. He passed by the one before his where Elizabeth Curry sat, her medium-length red hair tucked behind one ear as she clicked slowly on her computer. “Morning Liz.”
“Morning . . .” Elizabeth looked up. “Hey , Bill?”
Billy backtracked his footsteps. “What’s up?”
“Did MacMillan get a hold of you?”
“No , why?”
“His wife went into labor. He needs you to cover Senator Johnson’s lunch this afternoon for him.”
“Okay, I’ll tell Kenning. Thanks.” Billy moved on.
“Oh , and Bill, the . . .”
“Oh yes!” Billy clenched his fist with excitement and peeked his head into Elizabeth’s cubicle. “When did it arrive?”
“About an hour ago”
“Yes.” Billy excitedly raced to his desk and ran his hand over the box whose shipping label read ‘Southwest High School, Seattle.’ He pulled at the tape.
Elizabeth walked around to Billy’s space. “I take it the Internet thing worked.”
“Like a gem. I think it was like less than twenty-four hours after I posted her picture that an old high school buddy recognized her.” Billy grinned and opened the box, pulling out the first of four yearbooks. “This is a start.”
“How about that Graison guy?” Elizabeth asked. “Any news on the background check ?”
“No.” Billy flipped through the yearbook. “Talk about a highly classified individual.” He looked at Elizabeth. “What is up with that? All I got is that he is stationed as Executive Officer of Fort Bragg, and he is now Lt. Col. Graison.” Billy tossed the yearbook in the box. “I’ll have to work on this on my own . . .” He stopped speaking when Elizabeth cleared her throat. Billy turned around. Paul Kenning stood there. Billy gave a quick smile of appreciation to Elizabeth as she left. “Mr. Kenning.”
Paul flipped open the box. “Which story?”
“Caldwell and the experiment. Just a way to find out more about the two participant survivors.” Billy shrugged as if it were nothing when really he was loving it. “I guess I’m trying to get a grip on what kind of people they chose. Normal people, I mean.”
“Hoping to fit a perfect bill?”
“Hell, I mean, heck yeah.” Billy smiled “I want to be exactly what they want.”
“Good.” Paul nodded. “Just wanted to say you were right on Boswell. And will you cover Senator Johnson?”
“Yes.” Billy took the box from his desk and laid it on the floor. “Gonna head there now.”
“Thanks.” Paul began to walk away, and then he stepped back. “Just one more thing. What day is it that you’re going to Caldwell?”
“Monday ,” Billy answered.
“Good luck. Keep me posted on
“Cal.”
Too late. Cal smiled and turned around. “Yes?”
“Be careful.”
With a quiet, appreciative smile, Cal nodded, and glad for no more instructions, she left.
As soon as the door shut, Jake picked up the phone and pressed intercom. “Lancing, stop Cal and tell her I said do not blow off the dress lady again today. Thanks.”
Central News Network - Chicago, Illinois
March 11 th - 10:30 a.m.
The bright orange and yellow printed cartoon tie really didn’t go with the other business aspects of Billy’s attire. White shirt, black pants, his curly hair styled and combed neatly. But Billy didn’t care. His niece had gotten him that tie, and he promised her he’d wear it, hideous or not. A little bit more upbeat, Billy walked into the newsroom. He walked by Trudy, the main secretary, dropping a folder on her desk. “It’s boring, but it’s what Kenning wanted. Can you get him on the phone and tell him Boswell Financial did indeed withdraw their bankruptcy? I’ll tell him ‘I told you so’ myself. Thanks.”
“Not a problem.” Trudy, an older woman , smiled and nodded then returned to her typing.
Billy continued on through the newsroom toward the cubicles. He passed by the one before his where Elizabeth Curry sat, her medium-length red hair tucked behind one ear as she clicked slowly on her computer. “Morning Liz.”
“Morning . . .” Elizabeth looked up. “Hey , Bill?”
Billy backtracked his footsteps. “What’s up?”
“Did MacMillan get a hold of you?”
“No , why?”
“His wife went into labor. He needs you to cover Senator Johnson’s lunch this afternoon for him.”
“Okay, I’ll tell Kenning. Thanks.” Billy moved on.
“Oh , and Bill, the . . .”
“Oh yes!” Billy clenched his fist with excitement and peeked his head into Elizabeth’s cubicle. “When did it arrive?”
“About an hour ago”
“Yes.” Billy excitedly raced to his desk and ran his hand over the box whose shipping label read ‘Southwest High School, Seattle.’ He pulled at the tape.
Elizabeth walked around to Billy’s space. “I take it the Internet thing worked.”
“Like a gem. I think it was like less than twenty-four hours after I posted her picture that an old high school buddy recognized her.” Billy grinned and opened the box, pulling out the first of four yearbooks. “This is a start.”
“How about that Graison guy?” Elizabeth asked. “Any news on the background check ?”
“No.” Billy flipped through the yearbook. “Talk about a highly classified individual.” He looked at Elizabeth. “What is up with that? All I got is that he is stationed as Executive Officer of Fort Bragg, and he is now Lt. Col. Graison.” Billy tossed the yearbook in the box. “I’ll have to work on this on my own . . .” He stopped speaking when Elizabeth cleared her throat. Billy turned around. Paul Kenning stood there. Billy gave a quick smile of appreciation to Elizabeth as she left. “Mr. Kenning.”
Paul flipped open the box. “Which story?”
“Caldwell and the experiment. Just a way to find out more about the two participant survivors.” Billy shrugged as if it were nothing when really he was loving it. “I guess I’m trying to get a grip on what kind of people they chose. Normal people, I mean.”
“Hoping to fit a perfect bill?”
“Hell, I mean, heck yeah.” Billy smiled “I want to be exactly what they want.”
“Good.” Paul nodded. “Just wanted to say you were right on Boswell. And will you cover Senator Johnson?”
“Yes.” Billy took the box from his desk and laid it on the floor. “Gonna head there now.”
“Thanks.” Paul began to walk away, and then he stepped back. “Just one more thing. What day is it that you’re going to Caldwell?”
“Monday ,” Billy answered.
“Good luck. Keep me posted on
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