I had stayed out of the Rangers way for a few days, just so they could all calm down; I was still texting Chase to make sure he was OK.
Sat at my desk, I tapped my pen on the notebook staring at the blank page. I hadn't been given any different stories to cover, only if something involved the Rangers cropped up. I was getting sick of it. Not only was my job to do with them, So was my personal life. It was as if I was one of them; without the cool colour suit and ninja flare.
"What's got you down chicken?" Tom asked as he sat down with a cup of tea
"Thanks for the offer" I said sarcastically
"You were zoned out" he smirked taking a small sip "mmmm, it's good".
"Shut up" I laughed, throwing my pen at him
"Don't you need that?"
"For what? No one has called about the Rangers in four days" I sighed, pushing myself backwards from the desk and spinning myself round, "I don't know what to do".
"Wanna help me with my International Woman's Day article? Could always use a feminine flare."
"Really? An article about women written by a man could use a 'feminine flare'?"
"Alright when you say it like that"
"Yeah, think about it"
I read over his article and jotted some points down that may have been of use to him; like the fact I was paid three times less than him even though I had the exact same job title and description.
I knew what I wanted from his article, "you know what Tom. I'm gonna look over this"
"Ky, it's my -"
"I'll let you take credit if you let me tweek bits?" I looked up at him with my puppy dog eyes.
Tom sighed, looking down at his desk, "Fine! Just don't make it too feminist as I'm not known for that."
"Promise I won't" I smiled grabbing his notes and reading through it all.
A/N
I wrote this part on International Women's Day. Could you tell? :)