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"You, little one get me a coffee", she barked as I raced to grab her a coffee, it was my first day and I was being treated like an assistant, I didn't mind it. Paris Grant was an icon in the column and journalist world, yes she was in charge of the girly columns, but she wrote a beautiful piece overlooking the world that inspired me to even start on this career path and after school, I was done with waiting.

I handed her the steaming cup and she drank a sip and spit it out over the meeting's manuscripts.

"Penelo-", she began saying and looked at my earnest face and a feeling of shock came over her.

"You're not Penelope, my assistant", she asked and I shook my head, not knowing how to form sentences let alone words.

"No, I'm not, but you looked like you needed a coffee and I didn't know which one to get you", I tried explaining and she picked up the file that wasn't drenched in coffee.

"You're that writer, who made that piece on the differences of waves, it was in-depth, yet it re