TITLE: Pro Bono
The protagonist, Quindley, is short-listed for a major network promotion. She has flown to Atlanta for her big interview, but not with this guy.
“You look better than your mug shot,” the guy said, holding back a burp.
“Excuse me?” I said.
“Eight-by-ten glossies. You know, head shots. Promo pics.” He waved his arm around the room pointing at poster-sized photos of the network's top journalists and their cavalcade of synthetic talent--the entertainment celebrities. The guy looked exactly like his picture--a genuine low life man-about-town.
“I call them glamour shots.”
“Chick-speak.” He chugged the last gulp of Gatorade. “You've got to know you're hot. Am I right? I'm always right.”
“How nice for you. Why are you here, exactly? Did you escape the tour group?”
“Mind if I touch your hair. I'm a hair guy.” He made a mock pucker.
“This is part of your call-back interview, baby.”
“Then I'm out of here.” I scooped my purse.
“Oh, you're sh*****' me. Sit down. Oops, excuse my French. You don't mind a little swearing do you?”
He couldn't know I prided myself on an extensive and versatile curse word vocabulary. But this knot-head was exhausting my patience. If he was KNE's idea of a call-back, I'd made a huge mistake bugging out on my work at Eagle 7.
I said, “In my experience, men with a limited vocabulary have other short-comings, as well.”
“Don't go getting all pageant queen on me. Come over and give daddy a little--”
I slammed both hands on the table. “Okay, Jack--"”
“Wynn. As in winner.”
“Look, Winnie. I don't know what your game is. Tell your boss I failed the test.”
“That was just the practical. You still have to pass an oral exam.”