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Archie Baldwin strolled
by Jory’s desk at the newspaper and stopped. He leaned on the corner.
“After that piece on
the soldier, I suppose you don’t want to go out with tame old me anymore,” he
said, making eye contact for a few seconds before lowering his gaze.
“I’m simply writing him letters,
Archie. I wouldn’t know him if I fell over him.” She turned her attention back
to her computer and continued typing.
“Does that mean you’ll
go to the concert with me?”
She looked up, her lips
compressed into a grim frown, and nodded.
Archie leaned over to
whisper in her ear. “And spend the night?”
“Nope,” she replied,
turning her attention back to her work.
“What’s the point?” He
face flushed. “I spend all this money on you and you won’t sleep with me.”
“Keep your voice down.”
“It’s the truth. I’m
the one who should be ashamed, not you.”
“So it’s about money?
Doesn’t that make me a hooker if I sleep with you?” She drew her gaze from the
keyboard to meet his and cocked and eyebrow.
“You twist everything I
say. Forget the concert. I’m done, Jory. I like you well enough, but this
celibacy thing. It’s not for me.”
Wounded by his words,
she sat back. “Just out for sex, eh? Forget it, Archie. Goodbye.” She made a
shooing gesture with her hand.
“You don’t get it.
Fine. We’re done.” He stormed off in a huff.
Gladys in the
advertising department peered over the smoky glass partition at Jory. A sharp
glance from the journalist sent the nosy older woman back to her computer.
Jory sat back and
sighed. Thanks for breaking up Archie and
me, Trent. Now I’ll have to spend every night alone. She pulled her pen
from its perch, shoved into the bun on the top of her head. She gnawed on the
end, then threw it on the desk.
She chuckled to
herself. “Actually a night spent with Archie is the same as being alone,” she
mumbled.
He walked by, stopped and
retraced his steps. “I can’t fire you. Sexual harassment and all. Besides, you’re
good. But watch your step. You give me one
good reason and you’re outta here.”
He sported a smug grin
she’d never seen before as he headed for the front door.
Can he fire me? Maybe. Screw him. Her brow furrowed as she returned to typing. BACK TO TUESDAY TALES HERE
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