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Post by morrigan13 on Jul 2, 2010 18:55:56 GMT -5
The blinds half opened letting some of the Londinum half light into the office, smoke and dust mingled into a complex sequence of light beams that cut and sliced little lines against the back wall.
She leaned on an elbow as the news was told to her, dressed in a shirt and slacks, hardly the high fashion of somebody of her upbringing, but she'd lowered herself to this, and was rather enjoying the comfort of not having be stitched in to too-tight dresses while her mother told her what to say, how to say it.
"Masterson, it's pretty simple, you're going out there, there's news to be told and somebody has to tell it, you once told me you'd do anything to got a decent story, well now's your chance, that piece you did last month got attention all the right sort, and now we want you to head out to the rim, and bring us back tales of the Uprising, stories of anything out there Masterson, and I do mean -anything.but..pelase do try and remember we're a respectable paper, no wild tales... We don't want a repeat of the Alliance crackdowns on our humble little paper, and as ever your prints will be screened. "
There was no saying 'no' to this sort of thing ,you either did this, or you ended your career. sure she could try and wrangle her family's influence, but that wasn't her way, something her father had taught her, amongst many things was that if wanted something done, you did it the hard way.
That was so long ago, or it felt like it.
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