The tension between the two was palpable. Everyone on set felt it. And it was coming to an undeniable head.
Jocelyn sat at the anchor’s desk, head down, carefully reviewing her notes for tonight’s broadcast.
She saw Bruce in her periphery, drinking his usual green smoothie. Tall, dark, handsome. Your textbook weatherman. Sorry, meteorologist.
An office romance though? Jocelyn shuddered.
She didn’t want to be cliché. She’d been avoiding them her whole career. And now that she was on top – lead news anchor in the number two media market – she had no interest in changing.
But… something had to give.
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