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 letters, take this stack of papers to Mr. Harbinger.
I feel like I’m still on probation or that I’m an intern. Yet what can I do? Lila is tasked with assignment me leads and projects.
I try, several times, all morning, to present her with my own ideas for stories, my own leads, but she shoots each one of them down – not without writing them down for her herself, of course.
Eventually, I resign myself to these arbitrary tasks. Holding the stack of papers she wants deliver, I head to Hugo’s o
