Dane, Editor-In-Chief

Perfect! It's my boss. I tap my ear and wince as he shouts through the phone, "Where the fuck are you!?" Bracing his outburst, I walk and talk like all true reporters.

"I'm following a lead... And its big," I say. I transfer some credits to a street vendor as I grab a bar, kick-starting the replenishment of my wretched insides. "I can't give you much right now, but this could be story of the year material."

"Okay... I can put Addie on the embezzlement write up, but I need something to tell me you aren't bullshitting me. Siiip!" Dane was day-drinkng whiskey again. He was a great editor and a powerful man, but I could tell he always had a lot on his mind. We'd slept together once. I knew he took it light on me 'cause of that, but it wasn't like I'd ever tell anyone. Especially his wife. I'm not the fuck my way up there ladder type, moreso the fuck for small favors and for sport type.

"Have I ever fed you shit? Trust me. It'd be better if we talked in person on this one." I say, turning onto Easy.

"Oh... Where are you at?" he said, figuring out that it was sensitive.

"I'm a ways away and about to enter a high-risk, urgent situation. Wish me luck." I cut him off as I ended the call. He shot back a text, "Luck! Stop hanging up on me." It was a thing.

The building I walked up to looked intentionally boring. The sign above the front door said, "Center for the Understanding of New Technology." I swiped the badge and walked in. "CUNT," I giggled to myself.