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Chapter 5 Audrey

Word Count: 1217    |    Released on: 24/08/2023

ight isn’t holding up. It’s soaked through. Shit, I’m going to be late… and on my second week at the Globe. I crouch down low and open the cabinet. Where is it… aha! I grab the duct tap

ts the converted bedrooms upstairs out to students or penniless young professionals. “Mr. Pierce?” I half-scream. He’s hard of hearing. “You’ve got mail! I’ll put it outside your door!” There’s a thud inside. “Is that you, Audrey?” “Yes!” “Noted,” he calls back. His voice is rusty, l

obby. Not so good at remembering all your lies, are you? Carter: It’s the number-one problem for superheroes, actually. Trouble keeping up with multiple identities. Leads to a lot of early retirements. I grin down at my phone. He never says what I expect him to say. Always thinks of something different, something unexpected, doesn’t like the way I take my coffee, disagreed with my choice of date location last weekend. We haven’t seen each other again since the bad date. I don’t know if I want to, either. This, our texting friendship, is… perfect. Exactly what I need. Someone to shake me out of my rut. Exposure therapy. “You look happy,” a voice says to my left. “Too happy. Do you remember what story you’re supposed to be working on?” I turn toward Declan. He’s my deskmate and he’s always, always, in the newsroom early. He looks over at me with a vaguely disapproving frown, his round glasses low on his nose. Like me, Declan is a junior reporter. He carries a leather satchel to work and yesterday he rocked a sweater vest. I think he fancies himself a journalist in the ’40s, but I hope to one day win a Pulitzer, so Lord knows we both have journalistic dreams. “I remember,” I tell him. “How’s your piece coming along?” He pushes his glasses up. “Great. I’m going out after lunch to interview members of the church.” “They agreed to your request?” He hesitates, but then he turns his chin up. “They will.” I smile at his resolve and set about opening my email inbox. I start the day by reading through all the official memos from the editor-in-chief andfrom the executive team. Today’s is short. It mentions the acquisition of The New York Globe by Acture Capital. It’s a hands-off venture capital firm. The announcement is phrased in pretty terms, but I read it with a sin

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