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that. I'm just downgrading you both to scripters."
"You mean you don't want us to do anything but write the copy that someone else's already put
together?"
"Just pretty it up, keep the grammar close to conversational and that's all. And I don't have to pay you
those inflated salaries this way, either. You're both on minimum wage again."
"But . . ."
Velvet's protest fell on deaf ears. The man had gone off, chuckling to himself.
"Is he for real?" asked Tony, stunned. "Can he do that?"
"He's been with the station lawyer all afternoon," said Velvet. "While we were out busting our butts to
get this story, he's been plotting how to get rid of us. Yeah, I'll bet that everything he says is possible.
Legal, even. You know contracts. They're for screwing the people who can't afford a high-priced
lawyer."
"We'll fight," raged Tony. "We can go to the college and get someone out of the law clinic."
"Those are students, Tony," said Velvet. "Against an experienced lawyer they wouldn't have a chance.
No, we've got to fight back in a different way. Not play Williamson's game. We've got to figure out a
way of playing out this so we'll win."
"Good luck. Come on, let's go and get drunk."
"And screw?" she added, smiling.
"Not a bad idea, now that you mention it."
"Go on, Tony, and I'll join you in a while. I've got an idea that just might keep us around for a while - in
jobs we can stomach."
"You're not going to let that sack of shit fuck you, are you?"
"No, that's over. He just uses people. His promises don't mean a damned thing. No, I've got another
idea. Now you run along and I'll meet you in an hour or so."
"Okay. But don't be much longer. I've got a lot of nervous tension to work off - and I'll bet you do, too."
Velvet only smiled and lightly kissed the man. She didn't want to tell him her pussy still had a warm
feeling in it from the fucking she had gotten that afternoon. If all stories were as pleasurable to get as that
one, she would be a top reporter in nothing flat and enjoying every instant of it.
Tony left and Velvet worried for a moment if she was doing the right thing. Then she decided that things
couldn't be worse. If she didn't go straight to the owner of the station, Williamson would have both her
and Tony chewed up and spat out before she knew it.
Velvet knocked on Mr. Power's door, hardly expecting him to be in at this time of the evening. She had
never seen the man. Few of the "hired help" around the station had. Rumors had it he only spoke with
God - and then only if God had made an appointment.
"Come in," came a querulous voice. Velvet took a deep breath and went in, not knowing what to
expect. The man behind the desk wasn't as old as she'd expected. He was in his early fifties, perhaps,
starting to go bald and not caring about it.
Somehow, that made him all the more attractive to her. It accentuated his masculinity. The hard eyes told
her this wasn't a man to fool around with. He had gotten to the top by clawing and fighting and yet there
was something about him that attracted her greatly.
"I'm Velvet Larkin," she started. He cut her off.
"I know. The sexpot on the evening news. So?"
"So I'm not the sexpot on the evening news any more. The station manager demoted both Tony Sims
and me to copywriters."
"So?"
"So it's not fair." She saw this had no effect at all on the man. And then she knew what would. "It's losing
your audience ratings. We've had two of the top stories of the year. Ones we ferreted out on our own.
We're young, attractive and we can build up the audience. That gets you reporters. You had a lush
anchoring the news. We can do better - if we have the chance."
"Why'd Williamson bounce you?"
"Personal reasons. He'd been fucking me, blackmailing me into it. He said he'd fire me from the weather
position if I didn't put out. When Ben Carlton promoted me up and I delivered, he made me co-anchor.
Williamson fired Ben and now he's trying to get rid of me."
"He fired Ben?" Powers wrinkled his forehead, deep in thought. "I hadn't heard that. A mistake. So what
do you want me to do?"
"You own the station. All the real power comes from here. Do something or you're going to lose every
sponsor you've got on the news."
"Not likely, but gaining more would be nice. Making money is always nice. But what are you willing to
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