The Soul Collector - By Tamela Quijas Page 0,11
her this job. She wasn’t blinded by her good fortune, and competition was a dime a dozen. Besides, there was always the threat of replacement by one reed thin aspiring starlet.
Granted, she smirked, there would be enough peroxide to fry the replacement's brain cells, and she’d juggle her fake assets….
She eased her palms over her teal colored sweater. She didn't have to juggle any assets, since she came well equipped. She wondered if she were just a bit too full bosomed, as she’d been informed in her youth. She heaved another sigh, imagining there were still people in this so-called enlightened world, who found her overabundance intimidating.
She wasn't about to complain about her curves. Instead of being a hindrance, the curse of her sizable breasts kept her focused on what she didn't want in life---a boss constantly staring down her blouse. Neither did she want to work for a man who preferred to hold imaginary after-hour office meetings, where he couldn't keep his disgusting hands off her. She suffered her fair share of such indignations, and she’d never endure another pawing hand, or lecherous stare, again.
It had been an uphill battle to obtain her much-coveted spot with Station 12, WKIB, New York. Her boss, Geoffrey Noah, hired her six years ago, without references and fresh out of journalism school. He had been a godsend when Eva felt she’d never make it through an added week in the broadcasting profession. Taking the broad leap in hiring her, he angered seasoned reporters, and suffered the ridicule.
He never regretted his decision, risking all for the brains evident behind her bright eyes. She remembered how Geoffrey laughed at the nightly numbers that sent his formerly flagging television station to the top of the ratings charts, all after her first interview.
Above all, her figure didn't entice her current employer, nor did her sultry good looks.
Often surrounded by men and women with IQ levels far beyond the norm, and capable of providing her with engaging conversation, Noah knew Eva boasted an intellect rivaling many top scholars. Brainiacs respected her intelligence, not her chest size, and she was swiftly becoming the so-called television goddess to the learned world.
She wasn’t tooting her own horn, but her vanity obtained a massive boon when she received the title during WKIB's recent tabloid expose. She supposed the comment was simple sensationalist lavishness, but she wasn't one to complain. Goddess was a label pride told her to accept, though her five foot four and one hundred fifty-five pound frame wouldn't score high on the level of today's beauties.
Despite the praise, her true pleasure settled around her weekly interviews of the learned and the eccentric on Keyes to New York. It was her duty to reveal a persona far from what the public expected. Her professionalism and intelligence were a necessity, since too many of her interviewees were wary of the spotlight.
Eva knew the primary reason she’d gotten as far as she had been the respect she displayed to those she interviewed.
Her attention to detail blasted from the screen, as well. She possessed an unspoken drive to delve into the darkest part of a story and gain the absolute truth. She’d seen far too many professionals lose face for one ill-written interview, a word out of line, or a single blank look. Eva had to know what she spoke about, and ask the questions the public longed to have answered.
Tonight, she had scored a vital coup for WKIB and the Keyes to New York program. She’d succeeded in gaining an audience with Luke Angeles, a man renowned for scorning all other interviews, and her boss was ecstatic. Eva Keyes, renowned investigative reporter to the celebrities of the “geek world”, was at the pinnacle of her form.
Nevertheless, she felt the entire weight of the world would come crashing down. Far too many uncertainties gnawed at her, preventing her from focusing. Her ears buzzed and an uncomfortable hot flush covered her skin. She was having trouble concentrating, and she had an interview scheduled in less than a half hour.
Get a grip on it, girl! It is not as if you haven't done this a hundred times before, or that tonight is different from any other night! It’s time to use your brains!
Eva moved across the crowded set on her trademark designer heels, methodically avoiding tangled electrical cables and cameras. Despite the high level of chatter from soundmen, make-up people and camera operators, the echo of her stilettos tapped loudly on the tiled floor. Her smooth