A Cowboy's Pride. Karen Rock

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СКАЧАТЬ slid into her seat once everyone took their places. As the show’s star, she was looked to for direction by the staff, and she wouldn’t project fear. Beneath the table, though, her fingernails dug into her palms.

      “Our acquisition by Ultima will allow us to reach a larger market share and produce a wider range of shows.” Tom paused and gulped whatever his LA Lakers’ mug contained. By the smell, Katlynn guessed whiskey.

      She glimpsed Braydon pantomime slashing his throat and nudged the tip of his dress shoes beneath the table. When he mouthed, “What?” she lifted her eyebrows, a silent, “You know what.” Followed by, “Stop.” He was scaring the staff, given their wide eyes.

      “We’re thrilled to be under Ultima’s umbrella,” Tom continued, looking slightly sick, his skin tinged green. “However—”

      “Here we go!” Braydon exclaimed.

      Chairs creaked and fabric swished as several staff members fidgeted in their seats. Someone knocked over a coffee cup. Others fiddled with their phones beneath the table, frantically contacting their agents, Katlynn suspected...something she’d need to do, too. Possibly. If the show was getting the ax.

      She gulped back the sour taste of fear and lifted her chin, her expression serene.

      Fake it till you make it...

      “It’s not as dire as you think,” Tom assured them, dabbing at his perspiring brow. He shrugged off his jacket and draped it over the back of his leather chair, revealing wet stains beneath his arms.

      Katlynn blinked. In all her years working with Tom, she’d never seen him without his suit coat. It was disconcerting, and the simple act felt like it heralded the apocalypse.

      Was her dream of living in the spotlight, a person who counted, mattered and was noticed, over?

      She’d arrived in LA twelve years ago with a broken heart and a job offer at a local news station. Since then she’d worked tirelessly to climb the ladder, meeting influential people, making the right connections, taking night classes to finish her broadcasting degree, even revamping her appearance and style from country mouse to LA chic. She would not go back, not when she’d come so far, sacrificed so much, including the man she’d once thought she’d love forever.

      “What is it, then?” blurted their head writer, Stella. “Are we canceled?”

      “No,” Tom said, and a collective sigh of relief rose from the table. Katlynn released a long, shaky breath. “However, they’re taking a closer look at the viability of some of the current programming, and Scandalous History is on the list.”

      “So, what’s our status?” Braydon grabbed a mint from the bowl in the center of the table and struggled to unwrap it with shaking fingers.

      “TBD,” Tom stated flatly, his lips leached of color.

      To be determined—purgatory for a television show—a temporary stop before cancellation.

       No.

      “We have to wow them, folks, and show an uptick in ratings to avoid the chopping block.” Tom dropped his elbows on the table and leaned forward. “Let’s brainstorm.”

      “That’s our department.” Stella’s protest was joined by her nodding writers.

      “We’re in this together,” Tom insisted. “We need a grand slam.”

      “What about Area 51? The sixties are far enough away to be history,” suggested Braydon.

      Tom shook his head. “Too sci-fi. We need something that screams Americana. An unsolved mystery maybe. Something to capture the viewers’ imaginations and create watercooler buzz.”

      “I like that!” Stella scribbled on a pad then peered up through the square glasses perched on the tip of her nose.

      “How about a missing ship, like the USS Wasp?” suggested their gaffer. “It headed to Bermuda after the War of 1812 then disappeared.”

      “Lots of great shots in the Caribbean,” their director, Gabe, mused, his eyes now three-quarters open. “Plus, we’d get to film our gorgeous star on the beach.” He squared his hands and framed Katlynn in them across the table. “The wind blowing through her platinum hair...a sarong around her bikini...”

      Katlynn made a face at him, mostly embarrassed but also appreciative of the staff’s approving glances.

      “I’m a serious journalist, people. Put me in a one-piece at least,” she joked, earning her a larger laugh than she deserved. Funny how fame amplified life. Everyone and everything was bigger, better, more beautiful. She no longer knew if people laughed at her jokes because they were funny, if others were nice because they liked her, or if they did favors without expecting something in return.

      LA was a lonely place, despite all the attention. Still, it beat Carbondale, Colorado. She’d been invisible there except, for a brief time, when her ex-fiancé made her the center of his world. Yet, before their wedding, he’d shoved her needs aside like everyone else and broken her heart.

      No.

      He’d shattered it.

      You could fix broken things, but shattered meant irreparable... Besides a few lackluster dates, she’d avoided romance since, determined to never open herself up to hurt again.

      “USS Wasp...” Tom rubbed his chin, considering, then shook his head. “Sounds too military. We need something juicy and personal. Murder. Revenge. Stuff like that...”

      Mystery. Scandal. Americana, murder and revenge. Katlynn’s body froze as an idea detonated into her mind, nuclear blast bright and just as devastating.

      When a choking sound escaped her, staffers jumped to offer bottles of sparkling water.

      “Are you okay?” Braydon thumped her back and appeared ready to perform the Heimlich.

      She held up her hand as she swallowed a long, cold gulp of water. “F-fine.”

      Only she wasn’t okay, not when she knew the perfect idea to save the show was one that might destroy her in the process.

      “Anyone else?” Tom demanded.

      “We could return to New Orleans,” Stella suggested. “Dig up more on the Ax Man serial killer.”

      Tom’s eyebrows crashed together. “No. We need something new. Something people sitting at home can relate to. A scandalous story about a family, maybe. Star-crossed lovers. Betrayal. Anything?”

      Silence descended, and Katlynn’s throat swelled, the answer to the show’s dilemma on the tip of her tongue.

      “We’re sunk,” moaned one of the writers.

      “Better call your agents, folks,” Stella joked, not sounding amused.

      Katlynn’s heart squeezed when their sound tech, seven months pregnant with her first child, swiped away tears. She had to share an idea, which might save not only her career, but also those of this amazing group, who worked hard to make her shine.

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