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Max Takes On Howard Hughes
A Max Headline story
It was a slow day at Big City News. All my usual contacts had nothing for me. It was like all the criminals and oddballs in this city had taken a vacation on the same week. Where is a good disaster when you need one?
“I need a headline, Max. Find me one, or find another job,” the Boss shouted at me as he ripped the crossword puzzle out of my hands.
“I’m trying, Boss.”
“Yeah. Like I’m trying to lose weight.”
He was holding a donut.
“Get your lazy keister out of my building, and don’t come back without a story.”
The Boss is a real charmer. That’s why we get along.
As I was heading toward the elevator, Charolette Sharpeye stepped in front of me and started blabbering.
“Max! You’re never going to guess who I just got off the phone with.”
“That’s right. I’m never gonna guess.”
“Howard Hughes.”
“That wacko from the safe story.”
“He’s no wacko. In fact, he’s brilliant and charming.”
“And rich. Rich people are all wackos. Money does it to them. That’s why I pursued a career in news. Keeps me…
