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guess I’ll find out soon enough.”
“I’m so happy you’re doing this interview, and not only because the paper desperately needs some fresh content. It’ll be good to see you getting back to your old self again, Andrea,” Kristin said with warmth.
“That’s so lovely of you to say so, Kristin. And thanks so much for giving me this opportunity. I know you didn’t have to, and could have passed it onto one of the junior reporters instead.”
“Hey, with a guy this hot, I need someone I can trust to be professional,” Kristin said with a wink, and they both dissolved into giggles.
*
Magnus drove carefully down the narrow forest track in a pick-up truck he’d hired for a couple of days. He swung around a hairpin bend and came face-to-face with his new property. He had bought it sight unseen from the real estate agent, who had described it as a charming rustic cabin. The dilapidated building in front of him was more like a shack, or even a shed. The door looked like it was about to fall in, and one of the windows was boarded up. It was perfect. Magnus opened the trunk of his car and took out a large box of tools and some furnishings. He deposited them on the ramshackle veranda, and took the keys to his new property out of his pocket. The door swung open on creaky hinges, revealing an even more decrepit interior. Magnus coughed as dust filled his lungs, and he surveyed the room with some trepidation. There was a lot of work to be done, more than he had anticipated. He rolled his sleeves up with enthusiasm, and got to work.
Six hours later, he was done. He took a beer out of his new fridge, sat on a rickety old chair, and gazed at his work with satisfaction. He could have employed someone to do all of this for him, but he’d wanted to do it himself. The dust was all gone, and every surface of the cabin was sparkling clean. He was good with his hands, and had learned basic carpentry at high school, and he’d put his skills to use fixing the broken hinges on the cupboards, replacing the slats on the bed and fixing the front door. He’d organized for someone to replace the glass in the window first thing tomorrow, and he had a new mattress and stove being delivered. The bathroom could be described as rustic, but that would take a little longer to fix. It would do for now. It was clean anyway.
He realized that this was the first time he’d created his own environment, and it gave him a certain sense of pride. He went out to his truck and brought out his beloved zebra-skin rug, made from an animal that he’d hunted himself in Africa. He laid it in the middle of the bare-board floor, and the place began to feel a lot more like home. He debated spending the night there. He could shift and sleep on the rug. But his belly was rumbling, and he yearned for the gourmet treats he kept in the fridge in his apartment.
He took one final look around the cabin, and locked up for the night.
*
All morning, Andrea had been distracted, thinking about the interview, wondering what questions she was going to ask the businessman. When she'd been a rookie journalist, she’d always made sure she was fully briefed before interviewing anyone. Then, as she’d become more experienced, she'd learned to wing it, to direct the interview based on verbal and non-verbal clues she picked up from the subject. Of course, this sometimes led to disaster, with her asking all kinds of embarrassing and ignorant questions. She still cringed when she recalled asking a well-known author all about his wife and kids, when his most recent book had been a memoir about his decision to remain celibate. Mistakes like that were what had led up to her getting fired, and she was determined not to make them again. But she was going to have to wing it when she interviewed this guy, because she knew nothing about him. Except that he had some kind of business, and was seriously hot.
Andrea looked in the mirror of the women's bathroom as she
“I’m so happy you’re doing this interview, and not only because the paper desperately needs some fresh content. It’ll be good to see you getting back to your old self again, Andrea,” Kristin said with warmth.
“That’s so lovely of you to say so, Kristin. And thanks so much for giving me this opportunity. I know you didn’t have to, and could have passed it onto one of the junior reporters instead.”
“Hey, with a guy this hot, I need someone I can trust to be professional,” Kristin said with a wink, and they both dissolved into giggles.
*
Magnus drove carefully down the narrow forest track in a pick-up truck he’d hired for a couple of days. He swung around a hairpin bend and came face-to-face with his new property. He had bought it sight unseen from the real estate agent, who had described it as a charming rustic cabin. The dilapidated building in front of him was more like a shack, or even a shed. The door looked like it was about to fall in, and one of the windows was boarded up. It was perfect. Magnus opened the trunk of his car and took out a large box of tools and some furnishings. He deposited them on the ramshackle veranda, and took the keys to his new property out of his pocket. The door swung open on creaky hinges, revealing an even more decrepit interior. Magnus coughed as dust filled his lungs, and he surveyed the room with some trepidation. There was a lot of work to be done, more than he had anticipated. He rolled his sleeves up with enthusiasm, and got to work.
Six hours later, he was done. He took a beer out of his new fridge, sat on a rickety old chair, and gazed at his work with satisfaction. He could have employed someone to do all of this for him, but he’d wanted to do it himself. The dust was all gone, and every surface of the cabin was sparkling clean. He was good with his hands, and had learned basic carpentry at high school, and he’d put his skills to use fixing the broken hinges on the cupboards, replacing the slats on the bed and fixing the front door. He’d organized for someone to replace the glass in the window first thing tomorrow, and he had a new mattress and stove being delivered. The bathroom could be described as rustic, but that would take a little longer to fix. It would do for now. It was clean anyway.
He realized that this was the first time he’d created his own environment, and it gave him a certain sense of pride. He went out to his truck and brought out his beloved zebra-skin rug, made from an animal that he’d hunted himself in Africa. He laid it in the middle of the bare-board floor, and the place began to feel a lot more like home. He debated spending the night there. He could shift and sleep on the rug. But his belly was rumbling, and he yearned for the gourmet treats he kept in the fridge in his apartment.
He took one final look around the cabin, and locked up for the night.
*
All morning, Andrea had been distracted, thinking about the interview, wondering what questions she was going to ask the businessman. When she'd been a rookie journalist, she’d always made sure she was fully briefed before interviewing anyone. Then, as she’d become more experienced, she'd learned to wing it, to direct the interview based on verbal and non-verbal clues she picked up from the subject. Of course, this sometimes led to disaster, with her asking all kinds of embarrassing and ignorant questions. She still cringed when she recalled asking a well-known author all about his wife and kids, when his most recent book had been a memoir about his decision to remain celibate. Mistakes like that were what had led up to her getting fired, and she was determined not to make them again. But she was going to have to wing it when she interviewed this guy, because she knew nothing about him. Except that he had some kind of business, and was seriously hot.
Andrea looked in the mirror of the women's bathroom as she
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