It was quite possibly the busiest news day I had ever seen. Everyone was running around, trying to cover all the angles of the ever developing War on Iraq. I was sitting at my desk, talking to my various sources, and watching the coverage anchored by the networks senior anchor, Darien James. Darien had always been an idol of mine, the top journalist at the network since he had joined back in the 70's. He was only in his early 50's, but didn't look a day over 40.
I was getting ready to go out to get something to eat when Karen, Darien's secretary, came up to my desk.
"Hey Samantha, Darien wants you over in his office when he takes a break in 10."
This had been happening a lot lately. Ever since it became clear that coalition forces would be going to war, Darien had been asking me to come to his office, wanting to get the latest information not readily available in the major news channels.
"Sure thing. Anything he wants to know in particular?" I asked.
"No, he didn't say anything, he just wanted to see you in his office." Karen told me.
"OK," I nodded my head in a dismissal.
As Karen walked away, I went to work, getting various sheets of paper that had information I was sure Darien would want to know about.
Glancing at my clock, I saw it was about time for me to get to his office, and looking at the television, I saw he was in the middle of handing over the broadcast to another anchor. I grabbed my jacket and headed to his office.
When I got there, Karen told me Darien had just gotten in and told me to just walk on in. I opened the door and saw Darien sitting in his chair, busily reding the latest news from the wires.
"Darien, you wanted to see me?" I asked him. |