Slow Heat [antikvár]

ONEJill Lansing smiled to herself as she pulled into the KTBC-TV parking lot. She angled her Volvo into the first available spot and cut off the engine. She smiled again. Today was the day her idea for a movie-review show that responded to women's likes and dislikes would become a reality. She'd conceived the show several years before, during a heated discussion with a fellow reviewer on the male bias of the review system.Reel Reviews. Her program. Her big chance. It was almost too good to be true. Jill flipped down her visor, made a quick inspection of her hair and Hpstick in the mirror, then snapped it back into place. She stepped out of the car, and sunshine spilled over her. She lifted her face to the cloudless blue sky. Even the weather had cooperated. But then, in southern California it always did.She crossed the parking lot and within moments stepped through the station's double glass doors andtook the elevator up to the executive floor. "Morning, --^