<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><i>Deep breath in and out, just breath.</i> It was what he told himself when the missy prissy reporter started speaking again. She drove him nuts, but there was something different about this one. His guard had been up for so long though that those habits continued, and he was not so blind as to see the subtleties of what she was doing. It was inevitably all about the story, a little self sacrifice, a little bit of 'do the right thing', but in the end whatever got her the story she would do. He wondered just how far she would go. All of this, "<i>your moment is now </i>" stuff. It was almost laughable, and yet he kept it inside. Mainly he didn't want to lose his ride back to his house boat. His eyes watched her move around him, watched her look up into the stadium. It was indeed a thing of beauty, but he had seen plenty in his time, he figured this was her first time down on the field of one though. The experience had to be a lot to take in.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">"Look, let's keep one thing straight this isn't about me, it is about your damn story which gets you a promotion so cut the bullshit. It isn't about my time, it is about your time. I am pretty sure if I told you to fuck off until after the deadline you would write some shit piece, get your promotion, and move on without giving me another thought. You really are a piece of work aren't you missy."</span> Unlike earlier there was almost a bit of playfulness to his voice when he spoke, he still meant every word of course, it was how he viewed things, but he was more or less trying to open her eyes to the fact he knew what this was all about.<br/>
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Without any notice he started walking back to the tunnel, the one that would inevitably lead back outside. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">"If your boss hadn't tagged you with this story you wouldn't be here right now, and I would gladly be at least one six pack into my damn day. If you want this story you are going to earn every scrap of it. You ain't getting it all in one day so you can forget that shit. As far as your dinner offer goes, I accept, <i>but</i> it will be at my place, in fact you gonna stay at my place for a few days, live life in my shoes for a few days, I want you to feel what I feel, see things how I see them everyday. Along the way I will tell you my story, give you something to knock your boss' socks off with."</span></span>