Part 67 (2/2)

big black pickup pulled up and parked right in front of the

newspaper office. A s.h.i.+ny magnetic sign proclaimed ”TS

Development” in bold white letters. As if anyone in town

could mistake those two imposing four-wheel-drive vehicles.

She mentally braced herself as she watched Greg Snider walk

briskly up the walk and into their building; then, just as she

expected to hear Abigail's voice announcing his presence on Looking for You All My Life107

the intercom, her door burst wide open and Greg stormed

into her office waving this week's newspaper right in her

face.

”What the heck do you think you're trying to do here?”

he demanded hotly.

She leaned back in her chair and studied him before

answering. ”Basically, I'm trying to run a newspaper, Mr.

Snider. And in the future I'd prefer that you check at the

front desk before blasting into my office like this.” She spied

Abigail's st.u.r.dy brown shoes from behind the still partially

open door. ”It's okay, Abigail,” she called out with rea.s.sur-

ance. ”I'll let you know whether I need you to call security

or not.” Then she forced a laugh at her own joke and looked

directly at Greg.

His eyes narrowed, but he glanced over his shoulder as if

to see whether or not she was serious.

”Would you care to sit down, Mr. Snider? Or have you

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