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Book: Ruined Read Online Free
Author: Rachel Hanna
flirting because I can't do anything about it. I'll be labeled as a tease and have to leave town or something.
"So, would you like a tour of the TV station? I mean, it's not much but it's kind of cool if you've never been around that stuff before."
"You mean right now?"
"Sure. The station is pretty empty at this time of the day."
I really am kind of excited to see the inner workings of DCTV, so I nod my head and we get up. As we walk outside, I head for the beach to walk the distance to the college.
"Do you walk everywhere in this heat?" Reed asks me as he pulls my arm toward what I assume is his car. His touch isn't rough, but firm, and I find myself enjoying it quite a bit.
"I don't have a car," I say. Yep, nineteen year old with no car and no license. I'm a winner.
"I thought you were Bruce Avery's daughter? Real estate multi-millionaire?"
"Are you a stalker?" I ask furrowing my eye brows at him.
"Everyone knows Bruce Avery around here, Willow."
"Well, he's my step father, and he isn't responsible for my personal finances. I just live there because my mother wants me to. When I get a job and earn the money for a car, I'll get one. But for now, I walk. It's good for my health," I say trying to make it sound normal that a nineteen year old doesn't have a car. It's not that I don't want one, but getting a license invites people at the DMV to look at my record, and I'm not sure I want that in such a small town environment.
"Come on. No need to sweat to death," he says as he opens the passenger door for me and waves me in. I walk slowly and get in, all too aware that this guy holds the future of my internship in his hands.
We take the short drive to the college and park at the Communications building. Reed's car is nice with all kinds of gadgets that I would never learn how to work. His sound system pipes Mumford & Sons throughout the car, and the air conditioning would give Eskimos the chills.
"Here we are," he says putting the car in park. Before I can open my door, he's there opening it for me.
"Thanks," I say softly as I step out and wait for him to lead me to the station. I'm still not too sure where I am on campus, but if I get to be a reporter I'll have to learn quickly.
We walk into the belly of the old building and then up a flight of stairs. It's very industrial looking in the hallways with the pale yellow concrete walls and matching floor tiles that look like they've been there for thirty years or more.
"I told you it's not much," he says with a laugh as he keys the door on the left in the middle of the hallway.
"It's more than I've ever had the chance to be involved in," I say with a smile. I have to make him think that I'm really excited about this in internship so that I have the best chance of getting it. Even though the building is old and smells a little musty, it's still the first step in my journalism career.
We walk inside into a small office area, and he puts his keys on the desk. "This is the front office where I usually sit. I'm not here that often because I'm usually running around getting things done, but if you come on as the intern then I'll have more help." He smiles at me and then waves for me to come into the next room. Behind the office is an editing suite with all kinds of equipment that I would have no idea how to use just yet. "Don't worry, you'll learn how to use all of this during your classes here at the college. You'll be able to practice on this equipment anytime you want. Plus, I'm going to give you a crash course on how to use it so that you can help out with the production as well as the reporting." It's like he has it all figured out before he's even offered me the internship.
"It looks a little overwhelming right now," I say, biting my lower lip.
"It's not that bad. I didn't know how to use this equipment when I started either, but they teach you all that in class. I'm a pretty good
"So, would you like a tour of the TV station? I mean, it's not much but it's kind of cool if you've never been around that stuff before."
"You mean right now?"
"Sure. The station is pretty empty at this time of the day."
I really am kind of excited to see the inner workings of DCTV, so I nod my head and we get up. As we walk outside, I head for the beach to walk the distance to the college.
"Do you walk everywhere in this heat?" Reed asks me as he pulls my arm toward what I assume is his car. His touch isn't rough, but firm, and I find myself enjoying it quite a bit.
"I don't have a car," I say. Yep, nineteen year old with no car and no license. I'm a winner.
"I thought you were Bruce Avery's daughter? Real estate multi-millionaire?"
"Are you a stalker?" I ask furrowing my eye brows at him.
"Everyone knows Bruce Avery around here, Willow."
"Well, he's my step father, and he isn't responsible for my personal finances. I just live there because my mother wants me to. When I get a job and earn the money for a car, I'll get one. But for now, I walk. It's good for my health," I say trying to make it sound normal that a nineteen year old doesn't have a car. It's not that I don't want one, but getting a license invites people at the DMV to look at my record, and I'm not sure I want that in such a small town environment.
"Come on. No need to sweat to death," he says as he opens the passenger door for me and waves me in. I walk slowly and get in, all too aware that this guy holds the future of my internship in his hands.
We take the short drive to the college and park at the Communications building. Reed's car is nice with all kinds of gadgets that I would never learn how to work. His sound system pipes Mumford & Sons throughout the car, and the air conditioning would give Eskimos the chills.
"Here we are," he says putting the car in park. Before I can open my door, he's there opening it for me.
"Thanks," I say softly as I step out and wait for him to lead me to the station. I'm still not too sure where I am on campus, but if I get to be a reporter I'll have to learn quickly.
We walk into the belly of the old building and then up a flight of stairs. It's very industrial looking in the hallways with the pale yellow concrete walls and matching floor tiles that look like they've been there for thirty years or more.
"I told you it's not much," he says with a laugh as he keys the door on the left in the middle of the hallway.
"It's more than I've ever had the chance to be involved in," I say with a smile. I have to make him think that I'm really excited about this in internship so that I have the best chance of getting it. Even though the building is old and smells a little musty, it's still the first step in my journalism career.
We walk inside into a small office area, and he puts his keys on the desk. "This is the front office where I usually sit. I'm not here that often because I'm usually running around getting things done, but if you come on as the intern then I'll have more help." He smiles at me and then waves for me to come into the next room. Behind the office is an editing suite with all kinds of equipment that I would have no idea how to use just yet. "Don't worry, you'll learn how to use all of this during your classes here at the college. You'll be able to practice on this equipment anytime you want. Plus, I'm going to give you a crash course on how to use it so that you can help out with the production as well as the reporting." It's like he has it all figured out before he's even offered me the internship.
"It looks a little overwhelming right now," I say, biting my lower lip.
"It's not that bad. I didn't know how to use this equipment when I started either, but they teach you all that in class. I'm a pretty good
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