That’s How the Cookie Crumbles (part 3)

Note: Here’s part 2. Here’s part 1.

This is her office? This is her? The new editor? Oh holy fuck in heaven.
“How may I help you, sir?”
“Um, uh, yes. I’m a freelance writer.”
“Oh, I see where you’re getting at. Yes, there is a story that needs coverage.”
“What is it?”
“It’s the grand Statue unveiling.”
“Oh, yeah. That one. I’ve heard of it. When is it?”
She looked at her wristwatch. Nice watch. Lots of rocks.
“In exactly 15 minutes.” Oh fuck. That explains the traffic and the noise.

Fifteen god damn flights of stairs in less than fifteen god damn minutes. This’ll be the death of me.

END OF PART 3
to be continued

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