Neal enters a tv-studio and cons the news anchors
Neal had found Alisha Teagen and followed her into a tv-studio. He recognized the design and knew the news-program sent from this place. It was not without he felt a wave of awe. He saw Teagen talk to someone at the other end of the studio. A guy suspiciously looking like security in a suit glanced in his direction. Neal walked into the studio with his coffee and his bag. In best of cases, he could walk right through.
"Hi. I don't think I've seen you around here before." A woman's voice.
A news anchor he had seen many times stood with her male counterpart. And she was even more charming off camera, when she smiled at him.
"Oh, I'm Gary. The new sports anchor."
The real sports anchor, Leonard Stewart, stood just fifteen feet away signing a football for a young woman who seemed to adore the man. Neal never liked him.
"New sports anchor?" the woman repeated but though this was news to her, she did not seem to mind.
"New guy brings the coffee, right?" Neal grinned and walked up to them and placed the coffee on the desk he had seen on TV numerous times.
"Thanks, Gary."
"Hey, no problem."
People in the studio grabbed the mugs and returned to their jobs.
"What about Leonard?" the male news anchor — quite a legend — wanted to know.
"Oh, you didn't hear? Yeah, that's why the meeting got moved to 12:30."
Alisha Teagen left the studio and Neal moved to follow her.
"Don't say anything to Leonard," he told the baffled news anchors.
"Great work, champ," he pattered Leonard on the shoulder on his way out.
He just walked through a well-known TV-studio and said hello to his favorite news anchors and they accepted him as one of their own. It pained him to know that they would hate him soon enough when the new sports anchor never turned up again and they realized they had been fooled. On the other hand, they would not likely remember what he looked like. Neal knew he was charming but he also knew his face had ordinary features with nothing special that made it memorable.
The modern office had the advantage of lots of glass. He slumped down in a chair outside Teagen's office area and still had a clear view of her. She put something in a locked drawer at her desk, and kept the key in her purse. Well, those kinds of drawers had locks that could easily be picked with a paper-clip. And the office was just about empty.
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