I didn't even need to bother the receptionist (old Yvonne Hensley) to go in the office and be introduced because Danny and Andy Travers were already in the lobby, waiting for little old me. Danny, a tall Italian man who always wanted to be richer than his family (fooling around with who he pleased), had stood next to a man almost as tall as he was, but younger and a little cuter. This person that Lyle told me about had short (and almost shaggy) dark blonde hair, in fashion clothing and some records under his arm.

"Ah, Kitty, there you are!" Danny yelled, almost too insincerely for my tastes. "This is Andy Travers. I'm sure Lyle has told you about him, hmm?"

I was stunned, to say the least, that Danny didn't have Fiona tailing him (she seemed to when business like this was booming), but was more surprised to see him acting like somebody else with company around. Granted, Danny was as asshole and we all knew it, but for him to perform as if he really were the boss (and not Fiona) was a shocker to me. Lyle had not prepared me for that.

The man named Andy Travers came up to me almost as enthusiastically (except with more gusto and way more heartfelt) and shook my hand vigorously, keeping his records neatly under his other arm. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Ms. Evans."

"Kitty," I immediately replied, returning the shake. "You can call me Kitty."

"Kitty," he repeated, trying on his tongue at least once before letting go of my cold hand. "Well, you can call me Andy. Ah, so, let's get down to business, shall we?"

"Yes, of course," Danny said, motioning that we both go to his office. To Yvonne, who was down the hallway filing some things, he called out, "Miss Hensley, can you get us some quick refreshments please?"

Yvonne immediately heard and did Danny's bidding (probably forgetting in a minute, seeing as how she's pretty old and has some sort of dementia). In the meantime, the station manager ushered me and Andy Travers into his office. It made me very nervous (and that was a BIG understatement), but trying to remember that they were going to talk to me about a new job did not make anything better. My stomach kept churning and the butterflies kept fluttering within the sea of acid. I wanted to throw up all over the place, but kept it inside of me.

Andy and I immediately sat down in front of Danny's desk while he sat behind the other end, comfortable enough in that leather chair of his. The two of us then watched him crack his knuckles loudly and smile mischievously, as if he was up to something and we both had to figure out what it was. Danny would drive a hard bargain, for sure, but I wasn't up to what little schemes he had in mind all along. I had my own little plans, surely to break his down, and I was wishing that I didn't have to go to those extremes yet.

"So, Mr. Travers, I see you've shown me some interest in our Kitty," Danny began, sweet as honey. "She's quite the DJ, you know."

"Yes, and we're interested in making her one of ours," Andy replied, all businesslike and all. "You see, Mr. Craig, we've seen that your station's ratings have been dropping for many years now. Keeping Kitty here, just to keep your business afloat, doesn't seem like the best of ideas, especially in an atmosphere where this type of music doesn't seem like her speed. I understand that you also have another DJ here that keeps you open, a Gayle Simon, but seeing Kitty with no potential and a…well, a boring position seems a little unfair, doesn't it?"

Wow. Blunt and to the point…I think I like this guy!

Danny folded his hands together, like he was praying to a god that he didn't believe in. "Mr. Travers, I understand Kitty's dilemma here. However, quite honestly, do you think that it'd be wise to be talking of business that shouldn't be known to others with large ears, hmm?"

Andy didn't flinch.

"Not to mention," Danny continued, "I kinda like Kitty."

You haven't mentioned this before, Danny. A little too greedy over the money and Fiona lately?

"Doesn't seem like a reason to keep her here, all locked up," Andy pointed out. "We're offering her more than you can in her next contract, set to be signed next week."

I looked at Andy in astonishment. How did he know that?!

"Furthermore," Andy added, "I have another offer for you. To share the money? Become soul sister stations? I'm sure that if we divide up in the lucrative success that Kitty has to offer, then I think we can come to an understanding…if you know what I mean."

I immediately saw that Andy was bluffing, just to let Danny give me up. On the other hand, Danny wasn't convinced, but was thinking about Andy's offer. After all, it involved money and money makes Danny's eyes sparkle. Being sister stations, however, made almost no sense whatsoever. Cincinnati and Boston were miles apart from each other. Not to mention, most importantly, I couldn't keep flying back and forth from one station to the other, especially not with my nephew in tow. I'm the only family he has left. I can't abandon him now, even if my career was taking a swing upward.

I hope?

"We can't share the woman or cut her in half, you know," Danny pointed out, echoing my thoughts. "However, she can make special appearances for my station, at holidays and such."

Andy thought it over, but appeared to have known it already, protesting, "That's when the stations make the biggest money, though!"

"And it's where she'll stay if you don't agree to it." Danny meant business. "Mr. Travers, despite the trouble that Kitty and Gayle Simon seemed to have caused, I do want to keep this special pet of mine. She brings in revenue, as we've both said, and moving her to Ohio might ruin what chances she has left. I mean, your station isn't making much money, I've heard. You sponsored Scum of the Earth, but that hasn't even brought much prestige to your station. And, quite frankly, having the publicity you have, with that turkey giveaway and all, doesn't entice me to give her up my best DJ, even if we had her splitting her time with us."

If Andy Travers had shown his disdain for the silliness that seemed to have happened at WKRP, he didn't show it. However, he did seem to convey an aura of need instead of want. He needed me, a once class act, to pep up his station's ratings and I'm sure that he liked it, for without that, I wouldn't have this job offer. On the other side of the coin, there was Danny, the greedy Italian who wanted nothing more than the good things in life (and Fiona on the side) and there would be no liking me better.

However, what I needed out of the situation was peace and quiet from the madness I've experienced. I needed some space to showcase a persona that had been locked up in nothing but elevator music for too long now. My little nephew needed a more permanent place to live, Ohio has cheaper pricing than Boston (by a long shot, for sure) and the city will be behind me for good (with any luck). Boston will hold no more reminders for me, the city that welcomed me and my now dead sister over a decade ago and will now say its final goodbyes.

"Hey, do I get to put some input into this?" I finally butted in. "Seeing as how this is my career that we're talking about, I think I should have a say in this."

"But –" Danny began earnestly.

"No!" I yelled. "Look, Danny, I like it here and all, and it's been a great time with you, but I think I would like it better if I moved away to Cincinnati, whether you let me go or not. You don't control me, even if you think so. You also know that Boston holds a lot of memories for me, good and bad, but mostly bad. Let me go, deal or no deal, with Mr. Travers here. My contract's up in a week and I can always refuse to sign another one with you. I mean, what's a week of hell when I can just waltz out of here with that pension I signed up for?"

Danny must have forgotten about that little fine print I tossed in my last contract. It showed on his face.

"You can't do this to me!" he yelled, forgetting that Andy was right next to me.

"Yes, I can," I replied confidently, calmly even. "Remember Don, my little nephew? Yeah, do you recall the day, about six months ago, when his mother, my twin sister, died in a car accident, while I sat next to her? Or, that custody battle that was hoisted upon me by the courts not even two weeks later? The contempt you received when you hired me two years ago, elderly people protesting in your hallways? That day, nobody could get in or out of the station!"

Andy looked on in amazement, having his proof of where Danny's interests laid. There was a new sort of respect for me in his eyes and it surprised me, the person who has received little respect in life. I mean, if anyone knew what my history was (and I'm sure Andy does), then they would have an idea of the tragedy and rage that consumed me and my sister, Zoey. We were twins and I was the more famous of the two, but it was always us that got into trouble as a team. We were inseparable, always linked together by the simple hole in our lives that would never be healed. We were head-to-head in combat when it came our way, the world against us, and there was no turning back.

Well, except, of course, that I'm alone and raising Don. But, hey, that's neither here nor there.

"Well, I see we've already come to an agreement here," Andy finally said, standing up. He then pulled me up with him, shaking my hand once more. "Welcome to WKRP, Kitty. I'm so glad we can have you."

"Thank you," I replied, smiling broadly.

"Wait a minute here!" Danny yelled, standing up with us. "I didn't consent to this. I mean, we didn't figure out the holidays or splitting Kitty's time or –"

"I think it's time that I move on, Danny," I interrupted, letting go of Andy's hand and turning to him to remind him of what I said earlier. "After all, that first pension payment should cover the moving expenses, plus my final paycheck. Won't take me long to find an apartment in the city, after all. And Don can have the same peace of mind that I want right about now."

Andy swiveled his body on one foot and went to leave. "I'll call you," he called back to me in his friendly manner, convinced that I was now his new co-worker (as was I). "We'll talk about the details later. Can I get your number from the receptionist?"

"But –" Danny tried again.

"But, nothing," I cut in for the final time, leaning over to kiss Danny on the nose. "There, now, Danny Boy, it'll be ok. Just find another luckless act like I am and you'll do fine. Somebody's gotta watch Fiona and Gayle sometime."

And with that, I walked straight out the door, catching up with Andy. Yvonne needed some help with the paperwork, and not serving refreshments, and that needed to be delivered to Andy soon enough.