A lot had happened with everyone's favorite female
protagonist on this here blog. Sure, she's the only female protagonist we've
had on this here blog...but at least we're trying, right? Ha ha...uh.
In addition to landing several high profile interview
subjects for her insatiable boss, the incredibly self-involved Eugene
Pterodactyl, one could say that this past summer had been the summer of love
for the purple loving producer. A
certain someone had young Amy smitten and craving the end of the work day like
a dog craved a steak. Was that an insensitive comparison? Lo siento.
Yes, Amethyst had spent the last few months in a state of
tantric ecstasy, pulsing with joy as she floated through her most productive
few months at the TV station yet. Lonely shut-ins had gathered 'round the old
boobtube in force to watch the non-stop layouts and poorly downloaded second-hand
material, which Eugene Pterodactyl's documentary series specialized in, as they
never had before.
Amethyst's star had never risen higher. She had even
begrudgingly earned the respect of her hard-to-please employer, the aforementioned
Pterodactyl. Pterodactyl had a poor reputation when it came to his producers.
He went through them like a pack of Kleenex on a sneezy day.
Understandably, in this perpetually orgasmic mood, Amethyst
was sitting on top of the world when Brick stumbled into work. In a moment of
uncommon charity, Amy actually wished Brick a good morning with a hint of
sincerity she hadn't used with him since the beginning of her torrid affair
with her as of yet unnamed BF.
The color had long since drained from Brick's skin. He was
like a healthy looking zombie minus the brain diet. The lowly video editor had
his hair cut short and his prickly stubble shaved to try to regain some
self-respect. No luck.
Brick sat down and stared at the blank timeline on his desktop
screen. That's all his life had become. An empty timeline that refused to stop.
John Slate, Brick's immediate supervisor burst into the common
office area with a swagger previously unheard of. He marched over to Brick's
desk and slammed his fist down.
"Where the hell have you been?" demanded the
impatient editor.
"I was..."
"I don't care where you were, you get to work on those
goddamn promos right now. The biggest episode of Pterodactyl's show is coming
up and if the promos aren't ready, no one will know what to watch."
"Take it easy on him, John," said the surprisingly
compassionate Amethyst.
Slate walked up to her, grabbed her by the waist and pressed
her up against his body in a passionate kiss right in front of Brick's eyes.
Devastation could not begin to describe the suffering Brick's tattered psyche
endured in that moment. Amethyst glanced over at him, pity in her eyes. The
first domino had fallen. The rest were soon to follow.
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