Today At Noon
Olivia glanced at the man across the table. Studio lights glistened off his forehead, but he wasn’t sweating. So many of her guests, even the seasoned ones, felt the pressure to perform, live, answering her questions before millions.
He smiled a serpent smile; she could almost see the tongue-flick, hear the hiss.
Sweat beaded on her brow. Not from nerves or anticipation, but revulsion. She was a professional, and prided herself on balanced reporting… on showing both sides of every debate. But his wasn’t a side she could stomach.
“And we’re rolling in 5… 4… 3…”
She faced the camera.