New feature – fictional stories involving some of my favorite female television characters – Tele-fiction. Hope you enjoy!
“So why do you want to work here?” The woman sits across from me behind a huge mahogany oak desk. The room is dark. Her chair sits so high I have to look up to see her. I’m a chastened girl called to the principal’s office for running in the halls. She’s gorgeous. Smooth ebony skin, dark hair in a short tousled bob, makeup expertly applied. The violet color of her perfectly tailored suit gives her a royal air. She takes a sip of the coffee just delivered by the mousy, nervous associate who’d scowled at me before leaving the room.
“Well, I have a great deal of experience in the legal field…”
“I didn’t ask you about your experience,” she interrupts, slamming the coffee mug down and standing from her desk. “I asked WHY you wanted to work here!”
“Well, I type 80 words per minute. I know Word and Excel…”
“If I called you in the middle of the night and asked you to run an errand for me. Would you do it? No matter what it was?”
“Or would you do it and then blab your little negligent mouth about it later…”
Just then, the door flies open, a young brunette stumbles in, breathless, dark circles under her eyes, stuffing something in her purse. I spy dots of red on the hem of her long skirt. She doesn’t seem to notice me.
“Please! Help me!”
I rise from my chair, backing toward the door. “Ummm…I don’t think this is the right place for me. I’ll show myself out.” Neither of them look up as I scurry out of the room, nearly knocking over my chair in the process.
“Don’t let her leave! She’s a liar!” The mousy associate yells after me. A handsome bearded man with dark hair seems to appear out of nowhere, blocking the front door.
I wanted to find out what happened to my best friend. The last thing on her schedule the day she went missing was an appointment here. As the man approaches me slowly, a gleam of pleasure in his eye, I finally know. What makes me angriest of all as his hands close around my neck – they’re going to get away with it.