"Lana! In my office right now," Mr. Jones screamed at me on his way to his office. And I scampered off behind him
"So your last project was...okay-ish," he said as he brushed off an imaginary speck of dust off his coat. Him calling my last job as just 'Okay-ish' was an insult to my work. Not to brag but I had done a pretty good job in it. So much so, that I got a raise. I mean following a celebrity around and getting out truth about her personal life was like getting through Cerberus. I had to tap into my inner bitch for that.
"So the authority has decided to give you ten articles this month on page four. This month's celebrity feature is this person. All the required details are enclosed in this envelope. Now take go away and get to work," he said as he a manila envelope across the table. I took it and cursing my boss under my breath I made my way to my cubicle.
If it wasn't for the authorities, he would have fired me long ago.
I sighed and sat down at my desk.
Someday, I will kill him with my stiletto heels, I thought as I opened the envelope. Only for me to freeze...
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The Art of Love
RomanceLana Williams was a journalist who was going through a lot. Her mum is bedridden since last two years. Her Dad is getting weaker day by day. Her family is able to live from hand to mouth. Her boss is always at her throat. Only hope she had in he...
