Written by SKTMB at 00:25 12/11-2021
The door to the SKTMB office beeped, alerting someone entering the room.
It’s not much or an office, merely a small closet in the basement of a cheap motel. It’s all the team could afford. Barely room for a small trestle table and a camping chair. Offices aren’t really a requirement of a cycling team, right?
SueMay looks up from a blank piece of paperwork that didn’t need doing, stunned at the chime of a visitor:
“Who are you?”
Thick golden locks somehow glistened in the dim basement light, a silhouette of a well suited man shakily reaches for a handshake: “Archer...Archer Simmons.”
“Oh, you must be the college intern who’s barely finished the first year of a creative arts degree.” Exclaimed SueMay, reaching for the light switch.
The light flickered on.
“That’s...me” replied a freckly pimply young man. “What do you need me to do?”
“I don’t get paid enough, really, for any paperwork.” Grunted SueMay. “The team needs someone to write some press. Anything really. Call yourself whatever you need to, writer, Shakespeare, magician with a pen, anything really, it’s a made up job to be honest and no one ever comes down here.
Pause for dramatic effect.
“Just write anything about the team, no one’s going to read it anyway. I’m of to Tahiti then, now that my paperwork is done. Not many taxes to pay in Tahiti. Nice beaches too. Good luck *lol*.”
With that SueMay vanished without a trace, leaving Archer, the new PR guy for the team, to write...I guess...lol.
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Noooooo!!! SueMay left the building?!
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