Craig swung his feet on his desk and slid back in his swivel chair. He cupped his hands behind his head and leisurely stretched to a near-horizontal position, staring at the luminous, fluorescent whiteness above him.
Right on cue as if conjured up by Craig’s imagination, overachiever Jack Farmington, the Post’s new fair-haired boy, strolled out of the editor’s enclave. Craig resented Jack squeezing him out of coveted assignments. He also disliked the fact he was tall, lean, and looked like a GQ model in his fashionable Armani suit. His Cheshire smile smacked of smug, self-satisfaction. When Jack walked down the aisle between a succession of desks in the expansive open room, Craig was certain he observed a discernible shaking of his head which he interpreted as a reproachment of his idlene
