Leila Tribble is a thirty-four year old reporter for the Channel Five News. She is beautiful. She is talented. She is deadly. Very quickly, she had become my favorite character. But why was she so fun to write? Simply put, because Leila Tribble is everything that makes for an exciting story wrapped up in one woman.
Let’s take a closer look at the “Velvet Viper” of Desperate Shadows…
Mike Bennett, the producer of Channel Five News exited his office just as Leila Tribble entered the newsroom. He passed behind a row of desks, where several journalists were seated, working on late-breaking stories that had just come in from all over Asher County.
Leila began removing her thin, red, parka as she walked to her office. But she stopped at the sight of Mike’s approach.
“Leila,” Mike called out to her. “I need to talk to you.”
“I just received a tip––there’s something big going down in Brockton. I need you to cover it.”
“Why me? Look, Bennett, you’ll have to get someone else to cover it. Do you know the kind of day I’ve had? Those people over at the Wellington firm are idiots. I don’t have time for this.”
She reached her office door and wrapped her hand around the round, brass knob. But Mike Bennett called out her name again. She spun around.
“Why do you want me to cover this?”
“Because you’re the only one who can, Leila.”
“You have ties to the story. You know one of the people involved in it.”
“And who is that?”
“Judge Warner!” Leila shrieked. She turned the knob and pushed open the door.
“By the way, your boyfriend is in there.”
“He’s not my boyfriend––and I guess I have to take the story. I’ll head out again in a few minutes.”
Jack Perkins rose from the black, leather, office chair and walked around to the front of the desk. He threw his arms around Leila and kissed her tenderly. Leila smiled, but quickly broke away and threw herself into the chair.
“What is it, Jack? I have a lot of work to do. I have to go to Brockton in a few minutes to cover some big story.”
Jack was smiling; but his smile quickly dissipated.
“Oh, I was hoping that you and I could go grab a bite to eat.”
“Nope…I can’t do it, Jack. Like I said, I have to go and cover a story in Brockton.”
“What about afterwards?”
Leila smiled; a weak smile. And she rose to her feet; and rounded the desk to stand before Jack. She reached out and wrapped her hands around his forearms. Her gaze met his, momentarily, and her smile broadened. It suddenly became authentic.
“Jack,” Leila said, timidly. “You know that I love you––we’ve been dating for a while now. But, Jack, I don’t think this is going to work out. I have to focus on my career…and you just don’t seem to understand that. But just remember this––It’s not you, Jack. It’s me.”
Jack’s mouth dropped open, and Leila walked around him and exited the office. He heard her voice growing softer as she walked away towards the newsroom exit.
“Dylan––Dylan Brant, get that lazy driver. We’ve got a story to cover––and stop stuffing your face; this is a newsroom and the news never sleeps!”