The next day, I write up my article on Miles and the tavern he saved and submit it to Lila, who seems very annoyed I took the nothing lead she gave me and actually turned it into something.In what I suspect to be punishment, she loads me up with trivial tasks. Refill the coffee pot, deliver these l
Amber did this. I know that know for sure, thanks to my co-worker Kimberly, but there’s not a hell of a lot I can do about it, short of confronting Amber directly. But that has the potential to only escalate things.Amber would probably deny any wrongdoing, and the office would take her side, since
With everyone looking at me, I don’t know what to say. Maybe I don’t need to? Amber pretty much said everything for herself, and then Hugo properly responded.Instead of saying anything, I decide to just sit down and get back to work.Slowly, the usual noise and chatter begins again, as people type
“Picture this,” Cynthia says, bright and sunshiny. Is the sun even up yet? “I make my coffee and sit down to read Harbinger News to catch up on things for the day.”That wakes me up a little more. “Did something happen?”“First thing I see is an opinion article on one Miles Hampton, essentially sayi
By the time I make it into the office, the whole place is buzzing about my opinion piece on Miles. It’s even made national news headlines, where newscaster of various companies and networks breakdown my points one by one. Many give credit to my insight.I try not to let it go to my head.Yet before
“Oh, please don’t call me that,” I say.“I’m not wrong, am I? Who else could have written that eloquently? I know it was you, Esther.”“Yeah, well. Maybe keep it under wraps…”The downward lilt of my voice must put him on alert. His smile fades and he sounds more focused.“What happened?”It’s not f
“Don’t you know?” he asks in reply.“If I knew, I wouldn’t have asked,” I say.He chuckles a little. “Well. You are the journalist, Esther. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” Someone calls out for him, I hear it through his line. “I have to go. Talk soon.” He hangs up.For a while longer, I sit in my c
I open my mouth, close it, open it again. I don’t know how to answer this.Yes, I want Lila to be caught and held accountable for everything she’s done to me and others, but this feels a lot like snitching.“She is,” Cynthia says.“I need to hear it from Esther’s mouth,” Hugo tells Cynthia gently.C