Sector 4 | The Broken Edge Office
Who: Sarah Hills
Status: Closed
When: 2:00 A.M.
Where: The Broken Edge office; Sector 4.
What: Something interesting lands on the journalist's desk at the last minute.
Her coffee was cold. At least the rain had stopped lashing at the windows, though, the storm having died down over the past several hours.
That had been part of the reason why she hadn't left the office, actually. Sarah didn't like driving home in the stormy darkness. She felt safer just staying here where there was light and the roads weren't slick with rain and her car couldn't go careening off a bridge somewhere...She shuddered inwardly.
Yes, far safer here. It seemed her editor agreed because he, too, was sitting in the office adjacent to hers. Either that, or he was just being his usual workaholic self. Weren't they all? With things shifting so rapidly lately, there was always something to report on.
Of course, she was essentially done all her work at this point in the night. She doubted any breaking news would fall into her hands now.
That was, until a loud rapping sounded on her door.
She glanced up from her keyboard to see her co-worker standing outside glass door, peeking through the cracks in her blinds. His curly hair was a wild mess as usual.
She waved him in with one hand, still typing with her other. "What brings you here, John?"
A manila envelope landed on her desk in answer, nearly knocking over her cup of coffee. "Something just came in. I think you'll like it."
Intrigued, her fingers paused, hovering over the keyboard. She lifted her reading glasses and peered down at the envelope for a second before picking it up. She skimmed its contents within a matter of seconds, although it didn't take her beyond the first sentence to know that this...this was good.
This, she could use. In fact, it made her feel a bit giddy merely holding it in her hands.
"Where in the planet did you get this gem?"
John smiled widely. "It fell right into my lap, that's where." He glanced at his watch. "Gonna try and push it for tomorrow's edition? You don't have much time left."
"I'll make it," she said. "And thanks. For passing it on, I mean."
"Anytime." The door swung shut behind him. She watched his retreating back for a second before looking back down at the envelope.
Most press releases weren't that interesting-lately, they'd been getting things along the lines of, "We're doing our best" and "We ask you to be patient"-which just made this one all the more...well, exciting. Not the most professional term in the world, but there it was.
Oh, yes. She was definitely pushing this for tomorrow's paper.
Status: Closed
When: 2:00 A.M.
Where: The Broken Edge office; Sector 4.
What: Something interesting lands on the journalist's desk at the last minute.
Her coffee was cold. At least the rain had stopped lashing at the windows, though, the storm having died down over the past several hours.
That had been part of the reason why she hadn't left the office, actually. Sarah didn't like driving home in the stormy darkness. She felt safer just staying here where there was light and the roads weren't slick with rain and her car couldn't go careening off a bridge somewhere...She shuddered inwardly.
Yes, far safer here. It seemed her editor agreed because he, too, was sitting in the office adjacent to hers. Either that, or he was just being his usual workaholic self. Weren't they all? With things shifting so rapidly lately, there was always something to report on.
Of course, she was essentially done all her work at this point in the night. She doubted any breaking news would fall into her hands now.
That was, until a loud rapping sounded on her door.
She glanced up from her keyboard to see her co-worker standing outside glass door, peeking through the cracks in her blinds. His curly hair was a wild mess as usual.
She waved him in with one hand, still typing with her other. "What brings you here, John?"
A manila envelope landed on her desk in answer, nearly knocking over her cup of coffee. "Something just came in. I think you'll like it."
Intrigued, her fingers paused, hovering over the keyboard. She lifted her reading glasses and peered down at the envelope for a second before picking it up. She skimmed its contents within a matter of seconds, although it didn't take her beyond the first sentence to know that this...this was good.
This, she could use. In fact, it made her feel a bit giddy merely holding it in her hands.
"Where in the planet did you get this gem?"
John smiled widely. "It fell right into my lap, that's where." He glanced at his watch. "Gonna try and push it for tomorrow's edition? You don't have much time left."
"I'll make it," she said. "And thanks. For passing it on, I mean."
"Anytime." The door swung shut behind him. She watched his retreating back for a second before looking back down at the envelope.
Most press releases weren't that interesting-lately, they'd been getting things along the lines of, "We're doing our best" and "We ask you to be patient"-which just made this one all the more...well, exciting. Not the most professional term in the world, but there it was.
Oh, yes. She was definitely pushing this for tomorrow's paper.