Chapter 2 of Sally’s Distrust ~Story for Workshop

Chapter 2

Greenport NY, a town where fresh air does wonder for the appetite, no smog, no pollutions and the only thing you carry to school is your lunch.

Greenport extends its arms out to Gardiners Bay and the Atlantic Ocean, which offers sailing, swimming, boating, and fishing. 

Sally’s dad was a designer of sailboats, and his love for sailing won him many sailing contests. 

On Sundays, John’s dad would close his hardware store so he could go fishing on his sizable fishing boat.

Mr. Smith was a man of leisure and he enjoyed his luxury yacht, this was Billy’s dad.

So, as you can see many hours were spent at Gardiners Bay or on the Atlantic Ocean, where 

Sally, Billy, and John grew-up.

Billy was the number one quarterback at Greenport High School and their team was the number one football team in the state. 

Sally had been a cheerleader from the time she could walk and was always cheering for Billy. John was a reporter for the high school newspaper.

To get his foot in the door at Suffolk Times John would get up early every morning to deliver their newspapers, for he thought he wanted to be a reporter. However, that was not to be!

Where had all the years gone thought John as he listens to Sally on the telephone.

Sally was not a gossip but like to know what was going on in her hometown. 

Sally received a scholarship to study at Harvard in Cambridge Ma, where she received her Ph.D. in Education and where she went on to teach History.

Sally had married Billy while they were at Harvard.

After Billy passed the bar exam he started his own law firm in Cambridge and he and Sally started a family, two boys Sam, & Thomas.

The next twelve flew by and everyone was happy.

One the day Billy received a telephone call offering him a partnership at Wachtell, Lipton, Rosen & Katz the most prestigious law firms in New York City.

Billy accepted without asking Sally. Sally was upset!

Billy commuted back and forth for many years from Cambridge to New York City.

There was many parties, long hours and many nights no coming home and these were the times that Sally called John.

John really enjoyed talking to Sally but hated the sound of her voice as she talked about Billy. John started getting a bitter taste for Billy’s lifestyle. Was this when the cloud appeared or was John secretly in love with Sally?

  

  

The New York Times short story for workshop

Mr. Jones worked for the New York Times, he was a very ambitious employee, and he would stop at nothing to get ahead.

Employees are scurrying everywhere, trying to meet deadlines. There are newspapers flying, ink drying, and employees with harsh tones.

Every day is a new adventure in the News Paper business, but today is especially different because they are getting a new president for the whole company.

No one knows who he or she will be.

Employees are whispering among themselves. Who will be our new president, how will his position affect my job?

In addition, the position of VP is opening up and many are in the running including Mr. Jones.

There are several upper management people gathered in the new president's office to greet him and discuss whom his new VP will be, and Mr. Jones is not invited.

Many employees are gathered in the break room and are discussing whom the new VP will be. Jane, (secretary to the former VP) said she overheard that they were going to hire Mr. Frank Smith former VP of Southern Living.

Mr. Jones desperately wanted to be the new VP for the New York Times, but for them to go outside the company and hire Mr. Frank Smith was unbearable.

How he wished he had not eased dropped on his co-workers and heard the news, he was just livid.

Mr. Jones had worked for Mr. Smith at Southern Living Magazine, and he was a tyrant to work for.

Mr. Jones was sick to his stomach with anger, how could they!  How could they!

The next morning Mr. Jones, Mr. Smith, and two other employees were called into the Presidents office. Besides President Brown, there were several upper management people. President Brown said, we have discussed among our selves and we have decided to make, but before he could speak, Mr. Jones blacked out, falling onto the floor in a heap.

When he opened his eyes, he was lying in Presidents Brown’s office on the sofa. President Brown, said, Mr. Jones are you ok? We have something to tell you. You are our new VP, again, Mr. Jones blacked out.