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Subject: {AnnD}"The Adventures Of Ultra Woman And Mega Girl "(FF )[1/7]
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Hello once again. As in the past, comments are
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The Adventures Of Ultra Woman And Mega Girl
Part One
by Ann Douglas
If you don’t need me for anything else,”
the blond young man said as he picked up the
small pile of folders off his boss’s desk. “I’ll put
these away and take off.”
“Of course Tim,” Jacqueline Kirby
smiled. “Enjoy the weekend.”
As the 22 year old assistant closed the
door behind him, Jacqueline leaned back in her
chair and pulled a magazine out from the top
drawer of her desk. It was the latest issue of
“The Adventures of Ultra Woman and Mega
Girl”, a book she’d looked forward all day to
kicking back and reading.
At 26, Jacqueline had been reading
comics for over 20 years. Not surprising since
her Uncle, Michael Kirby, had founded Creative
Comics in the mid 1960’s. Since then, the
company had enjoyed moderate success, but
never came close to challenging the industry
leaders. Not until four years ago that was.
Fresh out of college, Jacqueline or Jackie
as her family called her, had gone to work for
Creative. It seemed the natural thing to do at the
time. After all, she’d been working there part
time since she was 16 and had learned the
business from the ground up.
Then, four months after she’d started,
Mike Kirby had a major heart attack and decided
to retire. As the majority stockholder, it was his
decision that Jackie replace him. He’d worked
too long and hard to hand ‘his’ company over to
someone outside the family.
For the first year, Jackie made few real
changes. After all, some of the people now
working for her had been in the business when
she was in kindergarten and didn’t readily
appreciate interference from a 21-year-old who
inherited the job.
All that changed, however, the day Joanna
Simon showed up in the outer office. Jackie
remembered that day well.
In her ten years as the receptionist for
Creative, Karen Wilson had seen too many young
men and women like Joanna to take her too
seriously. A portfolio under her arm, the
17-year-old had patiently waited all day for a
chance to “show her stuff”. Dozens of hopefuls
showed up every year, especially towards the end
of school. They made the rounds of the major
comic companies, and then tried the smaller ones.
Each was convinced that they held in their case
the next Superman or X-Men.
One of the few changes Jackie had made
when she took over was that these aspiring artists
and writers not be given the bums rush that too
many companies gave them. Even if their ideas
were worthless, what could it hurt to take a few
minutes to look them over and offer some advice.
After all, these were the people who brought your
product. Also, one day you might actually strike
paydirt. You never know, she always reminded
them.
The problem was that Joanna, or Jo as she
liked to sign her work, had come by on the worst
possible of days. A good part of the office had
come down with some sort of virus and everyone
who was left was scrambling to take up the slack
against a rapidly approaching deadline.
Karen had suggested that she come back
another day, but Jo insisted she would wait. She
had used almost all of her savings for the bus trip
to New York City and was sleeping on her
cousin’s couch. She couldn’t afford to come back
next week.
So she’d sat quietly in her chair, watching
people rush in and out of the Editor In Chief’s
office. Mid-morning soon gave way to afternoon
and then it wasn’t long before the clock on the
wall neared six. Karen began to pack up her
things for the railroad ride home and then
remembered the young girl.
“I’m afraid you’re not going to be able to
wait any longer,” Karen said with as much
sympathy as possible. “Maybe you could come
back Monday when it’s not so hectic?”
The look of disaster on the young girl’s
face touched a soft spot in the older woman’s
heart. She looked again at the wall clock and
thought she could always catch the 07:10 train
home.
“Wait one more minute,” she said. “I’m
not promising anything, but I’ll try.”
Instantly, Jo’s face lit up with a thankful
smile.
Stepping into the inner office, Karen
explained the situation to Jackie. How everyone
was so busy today that she hadn’t even been able
to get the young girl ten minutes with any of the
editors. She hated bringing the matter to Jackie
but hated even more telling the girl to come back
Monday. Especially if she did, only to be told
that her work really wasn’t as good as she thought
it was.
“Well we can’t have that, can we?”
Jackie said as she signed her name to the last of
the pile of papers on her desk. “Give me five
minutes to clean up and I’ll see her myself.”
“Thank you, Ms. Kirby.” The 46-year-old
said. Karen had never been able to get used to
calling her boss by her first name. Even though
she had two daughters older than Jackie was.
Truth be told, Jackie was dead tired.
Getting everything out before the 5 o’clock
deadline had been a real struggle. Still, she
agreed with Karen, they couldn’t simply send the
girl away. The thought that if her last name
hadn’t been Kirby, she wouldn’t get past the front
door was never far from Jackie’s mind.
The five foot seven brunette took three of
those five minutes to use the small private
bathroom. It was one of the few luxuries that her
Uncle had allowed himself. Running her hand
through her long shoulder length hair and then
across her neck, Jackie thought that running this
place was a lot harder than Uncle Mike had made
it look. Competition was fierce and some of their
major titles were beginning to loose some of their
popularity – with the resulting drop in sales.
At times it seemed like the job required a
20-hour workday. She was an attractive woman
she reminded herself as she looked into the
mirror. When was the last time she’d gone out on
a date? Probably just a month less than the last
time she’d been laid she answered herself.
“Hi, I’m Jacqueline Kirby,” Jackie said
with a smile as she reached out and shook
Joanna’s hand. “Why don’t you have a seat and
we’ll take a look at what you’ve got.” she added
as she guided the younger girl to the conference
table.
Joanna was a half foot shorter than Jackie
with short strawberry blond hair. She still carried
some of the baby fat of her early teens as well as
braces that showed when she smiled. She was
dressed in what Jackie guessed was her very best
dress.
“Joanna Simon,” the young girl said. “My
friends call me Jo.”
Her nervousness evident, Jo sat down and
emptied her portfolio out onto the table. Jackie
had to hide a smile at the girl’s awkwardness. In
many ways in was like looking at a reflection of
herself only a few years ago.
“Can I get you something to drink?”
Jackie asked, trying to put her at ease. “Some tea,
or maybe a Coke?”
“A Coke would be nice,” Jo stammered,
remembering that she hadn’t eaten since breakfast.
Jackie produced two cans of Coke from
the small refrigerator behind her desk and placed
one in front of Jo. She also laid out some of the
leftovers from lunch. Taking a sip of her own
soda, she told Jo to help herself as she sat down
and began to spread out the storyboards on the
table. She really hoped the girl had enough talent
that she could let her leave with some words of
encouragement.
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