It was a music video kind of a moment. The elevator opened and she emerged. Soft focus. Slow motion. Spotlight on her. The music swelled. His heart raced. Her hair bounced as she scanned the room to the right and to the left.
He found himself standing to his feet, gaping mutely as she whisked by his desk.
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‘The Ken doll’ had his mouth open again. Men! He probably wasn’t good with words. What did he ever do at a newspaper?
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