The phone had actually been ringing all morning. All the papers wanted to know about why Spider-Man had dropped out of the race. They all suspected some serious scandel. Was it drugs? Was he caught in delicto flagrante with Emma Frost?
'No comment' was all that I would offer as to why he flaked out. That just seemed to fuel their suspicions that there was something far more juicy behind it. As a telepath I of course knew the truth, but I figured all the gossip mongering who do more to boost media attention on the show, so let the sharks feed.
And now the CBS exec was calling. The phone was still ringing after four minutes. I could not believe this man's tenacity. A part of me was curious as to how long he could keep it up. But another part of me couldn't stand the ringing any more. It was driving me crazy. I yanked the phone off the cradle.
"What?!" I shouted into the receiver.
"Charlie baby! Glad I caught you. Were you in the dumper or somethin'?"
"Never mind that. Great news. I scored a real coup for you! The biggest of the big. Tomorrow at 10am."
The biggest of the big? Who could he mean? Oh no. Oprah! She was one of Apocalypse's four horsemen. She's a very powerful mutant who holds a grudge.
"It's The View. Biggest show on TV. It'll double our ratings!"
"The View? Couldn't I do Oprah?" I asked.
"Forget Oprah. She's had it. Totally out of touch. The View is where it's at. The limo will be at your school tomorrow."