Chapter Two“Close the door, Hallen, or do you want the whole department to hear what a stupid, incompetent SOB you really are!”
The glass door swung shut. “Now, Dan, wait just one minute. Don’t ream my ass."
Daniel Falkner pushed his imposing six-foot, broad-shouldered frame off the brown tweed executive chair. “Shut up and sit down.” Brown eyes dissected his subordinate’s small frame and bushy red hair. “You call yourself a newsman? Hell, I don’t know what made Haskell hire the likes of you.”
Lungs inhaling a deep, steadying breath, Dan settled back behind his desk. “The powers that be have spent the last hour giving me a verbal lashing that rightly belongs to you and Haskell.” A fist formed around this week’s issue of Newsmaker magazine, sending the photo slick issue spiraling
