03-15-2012, 08:58 PM
"How unusual for Lisa of all women not to be happy" ...(said John with a smirk that curved halfway up his left cheek.) "Ok I guess i'll just have to go talk to her. - Is she in her office or the staff room?.....Actually, nevermind I know where she'll be."
....(John had been working for the 'Daily Informant' for a little under 4 years now, he was 25 and had started out making the tea and generally being used to do all the odd jobs no-one wanted. But he was determined to become a reporter no matter how long it took. Lisa was strict and vicious as a hellcat on heat - but she was also the only one who had seen John's potential and had made him a deal.
- If he could turn the smallest bit of what she called 'garden fence gossip' into real news - she'd give him a reporting job. - But he'd still have to make her coffee. His big break came when he took a story about a mysterious burglar that had a ponchont for anything red and turned it into the biggest selling edition the paper had sold that year. 'Towns people see red as mystery theif on the loose' - Coinsidently it turned out to be a cat that was entering through cat flaps and doggy doors and collecting them as trinkets.
- John headed to the staff lunch room, he didn't like the lunch room too much, it was too big and bright and there were too many people and way too much noise. He preferred to make a simple slad at home and eat at his desk. As he poured Lisa's coffee (black, very black - with no sugar) he wondered what had stressed her out now. He knocked on the door before entering the old empty copier room. Since everything was done via laptops ad email these days it had been left abandoned - he knew this is where Lisa would go when she was in danger of ripping someone's heart right from their chest if they so much as breathed too loud."
"Heard you needed a coffee Lisa...it's just how you like it, black tar with hot water and a hint of coffee."
....(John had been working for the 'Daily Informant' for a little under 4 years now, he was 25 and had started out making the tea and generally being used to do all the odd jobs no-one wanted. But he was determined to become a reporter no matter how long it took. Lisa was strict and vicious as a hellcat on heat - but she was also the only one who had seen John's potential and had made him a deal.
- If he could turn the smallest bit of what she called 'garden fence gossip' into real news - she'd give him a reporting job. - But he'd still have to make her coffee. His big break came when he took a story about a mysterious burglar that had a ponchont for anything red and turned it into the biggest selling edition the paper had sold that year. 'Towns people see red as mystery theif on the loose' - Coinsidently it turned out to be a cat that was entering through cat flaps and doggy doors and collecting them as trinkets.
- John headed to the staff lunch room, he didn't like the lunch room too much, it was too big and bright and there were too many people and way too much noise. He preferred to make a simple slad at home and eat at his desk. As he poured Lisa's coffee (black, very black - with no sugar) he wondered what had stressed her out now. He knocked on the door before entering the old empty copier room. Since everything was done via laptops ad email these days it had been left abandoned - he knew this is where Lisa would go when she was in danger of ripping someone's heart right from their chest if they so much as breathed too loud."
"Heard you needed a coffee Lisa...it's just how you like it, black tar with hot water and a hint of coffee."