I must be the most naïve person in the universe, I decide, as I watch Amber storm off toward Lila’s office.
No matter what is said in that office right now, I really don’t want to hear it, so I focus on my first assign task of brewing fresh coffee.
It’s slightly demeaning. I feel like I’m being treated like an intern rather than a hire with a journalism degree, but I am not above menial work. So long as that’s not all there is. I have ambitions too, same as anyone.
With the coffee refreshed, I make my way back to Lila’s office, just as Amber is leaving it. She smirks at me as she passes by.
When I enter the office, Lila has stopped looking at the computer screen. Instead, she is on the phone.
“Please send me a copy of the new hire’s resume,” Lila says. “I want to go over her qualifica
