Chapter 4: Kent Karson and a Big Dick
I had a salad for lunch and a small cup of minestrone soup. I gave three brief weather reports on the hour that afternoon, analyzed a cold front and snowstorm coming in from Chicago, and caught up on some paperwork.
I had four more hours until my day was finished at the station. Then I had my date with Prince Charming. Before my six o’clock pony show of the weather, I had two meetings scheduled, one with Natalie Barker, my immediate supervisor, and the other with Kent Karson, my assistant and handsome minion.
The conference room could seat twenty executives. A round table with a raised center decorated the room. Uncomfortable Plexiglas chairs sat around the table. The room overlooked Dawson Street. The street was four floors down, littered with a fe
