CHAPTER SEVEN
Scott sat fidgeting in the outer office of KSZX. Hal Ransberg had demanded that he come down to the station at once, dragging him away from his superb session with Monica James, and now he was letting him cool his heels. It was a typical administrative technique to punish an employee who had done something displeasing, and Scott knew it.
Not only did he know it. He resented it deeply.
Rona Barnes glanced up from her typewriter and smiled at him. "Nervous?" she asked, her voice soft and musical.
Scott nodded. "A little. Does he always keep people waiting like this?"
"Sometimes. It all depends."
"On how much he wants them to sweat?" Scott asked cynically.
"Mr. Ransberg can be very cruel when he decides he wants to be," Rona said, her dark eyes showing him she was sincere
