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Going to bed, now. More in a few hours.
by David J Rust
4:56am, Tuesday, December 12, 2006
December, cold and dry, still clung to David’s suit as he sat at Mr. Peller’s desk while the man flipped through his application and résumé. His dark eyes scanned the ivory paper intently but with a familiarity that demonstrated it was merely for show. Clearly the copy he’d sent to Arbogast Publishing two weeks before had been carefully read and digested long before he’d actually walked into the room and sat down. And, by the very nature of his being here and being offered the chance to pitch his credentials to the Director Editor himself, David felt very sure that the job would be his.( read moreCollapse )
With that, Mike Peller opened the door for David and ushered him inside.
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|Chapter One||Chapter Ten|
|Chapter Two||Chapter Eleven|
|Chapter Three||Chapter Twelve|
|Chapter Four||Chapter Thirteen|
|Chapter Five||Chapter Fourteen|
|Chapter Six||Chapter Fifteen|
|Chapter Seven||Chapter Sixteen|
|Chapter Eight||Chapter Seventeen|
|Chapter Nine||Chapter Eighteen|
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