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It seemed a little early to celebrate the success of the campaign. Layla still had time to run away screaming. “This is so horrible,” I whispered to Kendra.
“I thought it would be funny, but I feel really bad for her. Did you see her face?”
“What would you do if it was you?” I asked.
“Well, it’s still going to be blurred out, right?”
“I think so?”
“Well, no harm then, I guess,” said Kendra.
“They’re in a public park in the center of Miami. It’s after work. Tons of people are surely walking around.”
Kendra shook her head. “That poor girl.”
The news came back on but I tuned it out. “Jenkins is such an ass. Imagine if he were in her position.”
Kendra laughed. “No one would watch the segment if Jenkins was the one guessing. Unless he was in that dress. Hell, I’d watch that.”
“Gross.” I looked up at the screen. Layla had just pulled out a ruler and was measuring some sweaty guy’s junk. “Thank God they blurred it out.”
“The FCC may not be censoring shit, but no respectable news station would show a flaccid dick to the general public. But considering how low cut her top is, he’s probably erect.”
“Do we really have to sit here and watch this?”
“It’s kind of hilarious though. Oh my God.” Kendra nudged my shoulder and pointed to the screen.
“What?” I turned my head toward the T.V. Layla Torrez was taking off her dress. “She barely ever guesses wrong.”
“What a terrible day to lose.”
“That whole park is seeing her in her underwear. Or not…” Layla had just turned away from the camera and unhooked her bra. “Isn’t Sword going to get backlash from torturing a weather girl?”
“The body wash that gets Layla Torrez naked? It’s not a terrible sales pitch.”
The broadcast had cut to commercial again.
The phone in the conference room started ringing and Mr. Ellington immediately grabbed it. “Kruger Adver…” A smile curled onto his lips. “We’ll send over our next pitch in a few days.” Pause. “You too.” Mr. Ellington hung up the phone and stood up again. “Everyone’s talking about it. Sword Body Wash is trending on Twitter. And we just secured our biggest client ever.” He raised his glass again. “Great work, Jenkins. This is the kind of thing that makes partner.”
I rolled my eyes. I wasn’t going to sit here and watch this shit show. Maybe Mr. Ellington was right. Maybe I wasn’t fit to be in advertising. I didn’t want to do anything like this. Advertising was supposed to be clever and well thought out. Besides, all that was left to see was Layla do the weather nude, hopefully still censored. I could leave that to my imagination.
“I’m going to get going,” I whispered to Kendra.
“Running off to Mason?” she asked.
“And to lick my wounds.”
“Your idea really was better. This is the most ridiculous news segment I’ve ever seen.”
“Yeah.” When Mr. Ellington turned back to the screen, I quietly stood up and tiptoed to the door. When my hand wrapped around the handle I heard someone clear their throat. Shit.
“We could probably all use some coffee, Bridget,” Mr. Ellington said.
“Actually, I was going to get going. It’s almost six and…”
“And? I pay you to work the same hours as everyone else. And you took off yesterday. Which means you owe me more time.”
Seriously? I worked longer hours than everyone else here. Especially him. And yesterday was the only day I had ever taken off. I was allowed to have two weeks vacation. Working longer hours after taking off wasn’t part of that. What an asshole. I swallowed hard.
