Micro Monday: "Orringer & Klein"
Orringer & Klein
The door quickly swung open, banging against the wall behind. I could see, in reverse, the lettering on the frosted glass which read Abraham Klein, Senior Producer, a title which he had claimed in a typically ostentatious show of status. Abe himself stepped out of his office, emerging just steps behind one of the young chorus girls, an aspiring starlet who seemed flustered, her hair awry and makeup smudged, as she urgently hurried away down the corridor.
Abe leered after her, buttoning up his suspenders.
“We have ourselves,” he grinned, “a new understudy for the female lead of Miss Marvel.”