“Esther,” Kimberly says. Unlike Lila, she’s actually come out of her office. Standing in front of my cubicle wall, she reaches over it to hand me a paper. On it is an idea for an honest to God legitimate article and a few bullet points she wants covered. “Get me this assignment ASAP.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I say, unable to contain my excitement. This isn’t busying work. This is a real story with real leads. Something that could make the front page if I find the right angle. “I’ll do my best.”
Kimberly rolls her eyes at me, but she’s smiling too, just a little. “Don’t try. Just get it done.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I say again, no less enthused.
For the first time since I started this new job, I feel like I’m actually a part of something.
The good feeling lasts for a full thirty minutes before Amber sau
