tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3354434714694727841.post3523893866148510891..comments2023-05-24T08:00:31.844-07:00Comments on The Nerd Bird: Wordy Wednesday - On WednesdayTeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18277378168473581160noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3354434714694727841.post-35900242234838416952014-10-09T22:13:28.441-07:002014-10-09T22:13:28.441-07:00It happens in real life and in the movies.
I call ...It happens in real life and in the movies.<br />I call it "multiple POV". Done badly it's called head-hopping. <br /><br /><br />“Mrs Jones, please!”<br />His voice halted her in her tracks, it wasn’t a command she heard, but a request, the word ‘please’, obvious in his tone. <br />She saw his eyes upon her as she turned her head, no sign of animosity, ‘Okay, I’ll listen,’ she decided.<br />He stood still, wondering what her tone would be, would it match his own. He put on his best smile as she faced him.<br />She’d thought he would rant at her … now he’s smiling…‘What the hell is going on here,’ was all she could think.<br />“Mrs Jones, can we talk, inside my office, please,” he said, seeing success as her eyes responded to his voice. <br />There was something in his voice; it wasn’t the sound of impending doom, but empathy, as if he had more to say. Then she realized she hadn’t given him a chance to speak, in fact she’d never heard him speak in the time she’d been there. She’d passed him about a dozen times in the corridor with nothing more than a friendly nod from both of them. Okay, so he was going to let her down easy. She had nothing more to lose, but she was determined to have her say in the matter.<br />He watched as she approached. Her eyes showed determination. He hoped she wasn’t the argumentive type, would accept his proposals. He stood aside as she brushed past him into his office. Her scent was neutral, no perfume, just a refreshing womanly smell.<br />“Take a seat please, Mrs Jones.”<br />She sat on the sofa he indicated. <br />He seated himself in a matching armchair, facing her, leaning towards her, elbows on his thighs, fingers interlaced. “First of all, you are not going to lose your job. I’m not happy with the accusations made against you in fact I intend to look into the matter personally. For a start I want you to take two weeks sick leave with pay. After reading your qualifications, the reports from all the doctors and most of the medical staff I have come to the decision that you are too valuable to lose. What do you have to say?”<br />She watched his lips move, kissable lips, showing white even teeth. As she listened to his voice her fears melted away, it wasn’t the words coming from those kissable lips that gave her a warm feeling, leaving her light-headed; it was the way he said it, in a thoroughly masculine way with a look from those soulful eyes that denied deception. She took a deep breath realizing she had just dodged a bullet by not being fired. She started slowly, “Thank you, Doctor Siemens, I value your words. I am aware of the accusations that a certain party has made against me. Of course I deny everything. Thank you for the offer of sick leave, I believe it is a right and fair decision.” <br />He felt a great weight lift off his shoulders, said, “In my opinion, Mrs Jones, this is the best solution for all concerned.”<br />Her brow dipped slightly, “What do you propose I do after the two weeks is over?”<br />His expression copied hers. “To be honest, I haven’t thought that far ahead yet, but be rest assured, I’m anything but satisfied with the events.”<br />‘Who is he kidding, that a smoke screen, come back, someone in my place.’<br />Her brow creased even more, she took a deep breath, leaned towards him. “Excuse me, Doctor Siemens, but my livelihood and my son’s health depend on me keeping this job, if you want to take the word of my superior against mine, then go ahead and I’ll find some-.” She stopped as she realized she had been almost shouting, she expected him to retaliate, but to her surprise he didn’t.<br />The essence of a smile creased his lips. <br />‘Oh, those lips.’Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12554276963796758685noreply@blogger.com