DPNews Starts Now

Chapter 2

The next few days continued in the same pattern. I'd go to work, get mad at Steven, get lunch, order extra to give to yo-yo dude, and watch him at all of my breaks. When I'd give him the food, he would glace at me, or smile, or mumble a thank you. It was kind of cute.

Day 14: Yannick's POV

8:30 am

I ran into the office, excited off of my ass. It was the fucker's last day! I brought in cookies with me that I made with salt instead of sugar to give to the douche. YAS! This is legit the best day of my life. This also means that Elizabeth isn't an intern anymore, but a full on employee. We did, however, get a new Jones with the departure of the old one. Steven's sister, Sarah, is in charge of audio. She sucks at it, but at least she isn't Steven.

12:00 pm

Lunch couldn't get here fast enough. I may be insane, but visiting Yo-Yo Dude is the highlight of my day. Today I went and got pizza as a celebration of You-Know-who's departure from the company. I walked back to the performers and gave him the extra slice. As I turned to walk back, he grabbed my arm.

"Why do you always bring me food?" He asked. I turned around to face him.

"I don't know. It's fun? Are you complaining?" I replied, looking down at his collection of yo-yos.

"But why? It's your money. Didn't anyone ever tell you not to give things to strangers?" He questioned. I felt like I was in another job interview. And I suck at job interviews.

"I always thought it was the other way around." I shot back. See? I told you I suck at job interviews.

"Hmm. Got it. But then why do you keep coming back and watching?"

"You saw that, did you?" Well that's embarrassing.

"Yup every day, for ten-ish minutes, about every three hours. It's kind of creepy, if you think about it." Shit. He is perceptive. And I have no sarcastic responses.

"Well then, let me at least tell you my name, so you know the guy who watches you creepily every day. I'm Yannick." I said. Smooth, Yannick, smooth. "I work at the building across the street, DPNews."

"No way! I've always wanted to work there! But yo-yoing is too weird, apparently," He said sarcastically. "I'm Larry." Ha! Yo-Yo Dude has a name!

"Well Larry, you are legitly the best yo-yoer I have ever seen. Truly inspiring, sir."

"Yeah, I doubt that. Anyway, you have a real job to get back to, right?" Larry asked.

"Yeah, I do, but I'll see you in three hours, and you know it." I walked away, mentally slapping myself. Stalker much? Damn.

3:00 pm

The show aired, it was fine, and Steven left. I have an idea. I walk in to Dent's office, gawking at how disorganized it is, like every time I walk in.

"Sir?" I asked. Dent turned to face me. "Do we have any positions open? I have a friend who would love nothing more than to work here." Dent scrunched his face as if thinking way too hard.

"We might have something in video production. I think someone just quit. Ah, Yes! Piers just moved to Zimbabwe. Could your friend come in for an interview?"

"Yeah, I'm sure of it. What time do you want him here?" I was excited. Maybe if Larry got this job, we could eat lunch together, instead of me bringing him my leftovers.

"How about at 6:15 today? After the show airs?"

"That's perfect, sir. Thank you," I grinned, already half way out of the office. I ran down the stairs and out the front door, bumping into Hal by accident. Rushing over to where the performers are, I grabbed Larry from behind, startling him half to death.

"Dude! Dude! You wanted to work at DPNews, right?" I said, out of breath.

"Yeah, why?" Larry responded, clearly quite confused.

"I may have gotten you an interview with the boss for a video production position" I watched his facial expression go from confuzzled to ecstatic to worried.

"What's up?" Did I do something wrong?

"I've got nothing nice to wear. And I live in my car, so I don't have an address to put on my application." I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Legit just steal mine. I have clothes and an address." That would work, right? Oh God, I hope so.