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micromanaged his employees with little-to-no life beyond his large executive sized desk. But Bonnie got a chance to see beneath the surface of the dictatorial toothbrush moustache, ever-present Cuban cigar, and shaggy peppered gray hair.
     
    Gibson was a man who interned for various papers in his early teens and worked extremely hard to the point that pictures of him during award ceremonies in his early twenties gave him the look of a man in his late thirties. Through hard work and consistency, he became a big name in the industry, a rare breed of man, earnest and resolute. No family, no friends, and no lovers.
     
    As she ran through her pitch in her head, Bonnie scowled out the window of the cross-town bus. Monday morning New York traffic rumbled along at a nightmarish pace, so that she was almost late arriving to the office.
     
    With seconds to spare, Bonnie got to her office cubicle, removed her earphones, plopped into her swivel chair, and switched on her screen, when a voice startled her.
     
    “So... anything you want to tell me?”
     
    Jolting Bonnie out of her thoughts, the head that popped over the wall of her cubicle offered a broad smile.
     
    “Johnny, you scared the hell out of me,” Bonnie said.
     
    “You think you’d be used to me by now.” Johnny’s shtick was to pop his head up over the cubicle wall unexpectedly, causing Bonnie to jump. He perched on her desk and straightened his gray tie that matched his slacks and lavender shirt. Always dressed in a pressed suit and glossy tie, his sandy blond hair gave him a surfer look.
     
    “Yeah, but today's different, I almost got caught in traffic and today of all days, I want to make a good impression on Al.” The instant Bonnie’s computer came on; her fingers began to work furiously. “I plan on arranging a meeting with him today.”
     
    “So about that, how come you never told me?” Johnny asked, his eyes lighting up.
     
    “I never told anyone, Johnny, I wanted to surprise Al with—”
     
    “Oh, he knows alright,” Johnny interrupted.
     
    “How did he find out?” Bonnie asked. If it weren't for the shock and bewilderment that left her momentarily speechless, she might have felt leaden, maybe even depressed. The day already sucked and she hadn't even sat down with the editors yet. On the upside, a margarita and tortilla chips with salsa waited for her at home.
     
    “I don’t know. Water cooler gossip I guess,” Johnny said with a shrug. “You know how it is around here.”
     
    “Well, how'd he take it?” Bonnie asked.
     
    “Well—”
     
    But Johnny was cut off by a loud shout that ripped through the office.
     
    “JENSEN! GET YOUR ASS IN MY OFFICE NOW!” came the thunderous voice of Al Gibson.
     
    Bonnie craned her neck to peek over her cubicle wall. She fell back into her chair and stared at Johnny, who wore a worried expression.
     
    “He's pissed,” Bonnie said. The third degree from Al Gibson—not the best start to her day.
     
    “You think? Bonnie, seriously. It's like nothing I'd imagine you doing in a million years.”
     
    “It's something I’ve always wanted,” Bonnie explained.
     
    “I just didn't think you’d be into that sort of thing. I didn't even know you were a fan.”
     
    “I'm not a fan, but I think there's a good story...” Bonnie trailed off.
     
    “I think you just want the luxury of kicking back with a—”
     
    “JENSEN! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?” Al Gibson’s voice rocked the room like a sonic boom.
     
    Confused, Bonnie shot to her feet and looked over at Al Gibson, who was sitting impatiently in his office.
     
    She gave Johnny a final glance. Luxury of kicking back? Then with a deep sigh, she took measured steps towards Al’s office. It occurred to her that Johnny might not have been referring to the Stephanie interview.
     
    "How come you never get in trouble?" Bonnie whisper-asked as she walked away from Johnny.
     
    “Must be my looks.” Johnny shrugged and