Exclusive First Time Interview_(1)

Catherine raced into the tv station running late for the staff meeting. After the meeting her news director pulled her into his office. Catherine had done a report on a suspected tryst between the mayor and his chief of staff. She blew it wide open. It was pretty much all she covered for a good couple of months. The news director told her that the station manager had recieved a phone call requesting her to do an exclusive first time interview with John Malone. The news director continued providing Catherine with background information on John Malone;

John Malone a self made Billionaire. CEO of Multinational Malone Industries.
Texas Political Power Broker, Phililanthropist, Divorced five times, Currently married to a beautiful chiniese model, singer, Director of an International Charity, and Philianthropist.
A Womanizer, Real Estate Mogul, and Defense Lawyer.


This will be the lead story on our news casts and will bring national attention to you as the reporter that got the only interview. Catherine called me to arrange an interview time. Surprisingly, I seemed like a very polite, intelligent and well-spoken man. Actually, she quickly got the sense that I looked forward to meeting her. I asked her to join me at my Fort Worth condo for brunch tomorrow. Once Catherine got off the phone, she was looking forward to meeting me. Her curiosity was running wild. She was going into this assignment as a professional, and she had to uncover everything that she could about me.


She rolled into my office promptly at 10 a.m. A rather polished and stylish receptionist let me know that Catherine was here to see me. Actually, she was gorgeous – in her early 30’s, impeccably coiffed blonde hair, tiny waist, surgically enhanced breasts, and a dress that stretched tight across them that probably cost as much as much as I made in a week. It made Catherine wonder how she qualified to get this job, she was grateful to have a female employee nearby as backup. Catherine was offered a cappuccino. She really needed a heavy-duty dose of caffeine. She worked straight until three in the morning doing the background work and prepping for the interview. Catherine was sure that she looked as much of a wreck as she felt. It didn’t help that she ran out of time to put on her mascara before she ran out of her house to check in at her desk and then haul out here as fast as her Ford Focus could push itself.

Today was not one of those days to put off her grooming and put her commuting heroics before everything else in the name of dedication to her work. I didn’t look anything like a younger Hugh Hefner in a satin smoking jacket as she imagined. I wasn’t like any kind of lounge lizard that spent just as much time trolling for chicks in the singles bars as I did rattling my gold chains when I jerked off in the men’s room every time I struck out. If anything, I had this very proper East Coast look and a confidence that was as attractive as my tall, solid and muscular build. I had a sparkle in my eyes and my smile that went along with polite and cheerful persona.

She had to remind herself that all she had to do was act as a professional and that her looks didn’t and shouldn’t matter to me. It was best that she didn’t look as if she needed to impress me. She had to ask some pretty tough questions, and, yes, juxtapose my personality and presence against my questionable reputation. She asked me how I got into real estate. I said it was something I could do well as I could practice law. Even with an Ivy League education, I said it was tough to build a successful law practice that would let me live the kind of lifestyle to which I wanted to be accustomed. I said something vague about bringing in a seven-figure income. She asked to back up my claim. I showed her a full year’s worth of MLS sales records that showed a list of sales that backed up my claim.

I was tight-lipped about my wife who was only mentioned as, ” Malone is married,” in the bio of my press kit. After years of experience, she knew the best story was in the detail that was practically ignored and swept under the rug. She couldn’t eek her name out of me or what she thought of my reputation. There were no pictures of her on my desk like there were of me and Steven Tyler, Neil Young and Steve Jobs – all of whom had purchased houses from my real estate group.

” I enjoy being surrounded by beautiful women,” I said. ” I came to realize early in my life, I needed to have sex several times a week. It is impossible for me to not to have sex three or four times a day.” Catherine was not expecting to hear ” I could only have so many affairs around town.” Instead, I asked her, ” How long has it been for you? How many times a day?”

” That’s a totally inappropriate questions,” She said. ” You have no problem prodding me about my marital relations,” I said. ” Of course I don’t,” She said. ” It’s my job to get the answers that aren’t offered easily. You don’t talk about your wife, your clients, not to mention the time you’ve spent womanizing. When you’re not selling multi-million-dollar homes, running your companies and practiccing law. A man in love with his wife doesn’t have time to indulge in things like that by himself. What does she think of your womanizing?”

“That’s very astute of you,” I said. ” I see how that makes you such a good reporter. What did your boyfriend or husband think of all that time you spent checking out my sex life last night?” She couldn’t think of how to justify that question, let alone if she should answer it. ” The bags under your eyes are a tell-tale giveaway,” I said, interjecting my pondering pause. ” I know you just got the assignment yesterday, and you seem overly well-prepared for this interview.” She blushed and she was embarrassed, not just because I made mention of her, droopy eyes she was trying to keep open with her third cup of cappuccino, but because deep down, I called her on her own lack of sex life. There was none. She broke up with her ex-boyfriend two years ago and there hadn’t been anyone else since then. Did she have to admit that, or was it that obvious?

” Tell you what, let me make up for my rude inquisition by continuing this conversation over lunch,” I said. ” My treat. I’m not trying to buy good press, but you look like you could use it and I’m hungry. Besides, we really haven’t even started talking about me and my success.” She let me drive, which was a good thing. I drove a brand-new Porsche 911 Carrera that I bought in large part on a whim. I had too much fun tearing up on the road. Or maybe it was for the thrill of making her scream when I started pushing it to 110 miles per hour on the freeway. It was fair enough. My driving habits and my financing were going into the story. ” How many speeding tickets have you had?” She hoped I could hear her question above the wind that raced through our ears.”

” I’m one away from getting my license suspended,” I said. ” I like living on the edge.”
I’ll say. That quote was a keeper. I took her to a bistro in the next town that reminded her of a place one might find in a small village in France – dark green walls, antique-looking tables and chairs, lace window treatments that trimmed the windows, and wrought iron chandeliers that hung from the twelve-foot ceiling. I said I wasn’t trying to buy good press? Ha! She had to cover this bill now. If the story was that important to my editor, he’d approve the expense.

” Tell me, what do you think of me?” I asked over glasses of a very fresh tasting Chardonnay I insisted on ordering for us. ” I like you, I’m intrigued with you,” She said. ” You are not anything at all what I expected.” ” You’re bright, educated woman. Is it something you imagine, me being your lover ?” I asked. There I went again. She wasn’t going to give me the information I was looking for. She just said, ” Yes,” and let him wonder if that lover was a possiblibilty. It was none of my business. ” That was my intent,” I said. The wine had finally lowered her guard. ” It’s been a long while,” She said quietly. I gazed into her eyes and reached for her hand across the table.

” How would you like me to spend some time with you?” I waited patiently for her answer.