“Second topic on the agenda.” Sandra interrupted. “I was offered a very interesting proposition
today, and I wanted the board to vote on it.”
The ladies gave Sandra their
undivided attention.
“I had an interview with the local
news network today, and they showed interest in me having my own segment.”
“What would you talk about?” Brenda squawked.
“That is the appealing aspect,
whatever I want.”
A collective hum went up as the
ladies digested that information.
“Whatever doesn’t always mean
whatever.” Rachel began, “They may want
you to maintain a certain degree of political correctness”.
“That’s what I figured too so I
made a clause that says that they get to review my discussions, but not edit
them at all. The station is hoping that
it will become some kind of syndicated broadcast that the station gets the
rights for of course.”
“Of course,” mocked Charlotte.
“So they want you to be like that
quack Dr. Phil,” Deborah muttered under her breath.
“I’m nothing like Dr. Phil,” Sandra
started indignantly. “I’m much shorter.”
“Will this show end up being a
soapbox for W.A.R.M.?” Brenda inquired
showing her seldom seen serious side.
“I don’t know how much of one it
can be. I would have to branch out to
other topics. Although I was thinking that my first guest could be a certain
W.A.R.M. board member. Someone who has had their finger on the pulse of this
movement; someone who has been there since day one.” Slowly the women started
to look at Charlotte who was sitting quietly typing. Then suddenly she popped her head up sending
blonde hair flying then cascading softly to rest in slight disarray as she
stared at Sandra in growing comprehension and horror.
“No way, I’m horrible at things
like that.”
“It would be a good time to get
over your performance anxiety.” Deborah
shrugged.
“No, I suck at public
speaking.” She looked to her left. “What
about Brenda?”
“Not me love, being affiliated with
a rogue social movement would most definitely put me out of the running for the
new Collin County Arts Center project.
Any other time I’d love to, but I have to stay uncontroversial for
another month or so.”
“Deborah,” Charlotte sang
hopefully.
“I’m a hired county official that
gets W.A.R.M. information from other county officials. The fallout would be immense.”
Getting desperate. “Rachel,
please.”
“No can do, I’m leaving tomorrow
for an 18 month tour with Aerosmith.”
“It’s not like you perform, they
could get someone else to do their tech.”
“Besides the fact that it’s always
the best money I’ve ever made, they asked for me and my crew personally. I’d
hate to let Steven and the boys down.”
Sandra elbowed her friend. “That
just leaves you Charlotte.”
Charlotte stomped her feet in
protest. “There has to be another way.”
The meeting room door opened, and a
pretty brunette took a couple of steps in, and then stopped. “Dr.
Dalianas. Hi I don’t know if you
remember me.”
“Michelle, of course I remember
you.” Sandra jumped up and shook her
hand. “I’m so glad you could make it.”
“Was I interrupting?”
Charlotte smiled devilishly at her.
“Not at all, hi I’m Charlotte Rhoades, vice-president and secretary.” She put
her hand out to shake.
Rachel stood. “Rachel Adams,
operations and field management.”
Brenda smiled wide. “Brenda
Margiani, treasurer, legal and basic training.”
“Dr. Deborah McKilligan,
parliamentarian, case follow-up, and board counseling.”
Sandra laughed. “Since we’re being
formal, Dr. Sandra Dalianas, president, founder, advanced trainer, and head
recruiter of Women Assisting the Reclamation of Man. Welcome to W.A.R.M.”
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