“So he’s dead then?”
“Yeah,” I said as I looked out the windows of my office.
“Pity, we could have gotten another full-page spread if he’d just snapped and went on a binge instead.”
I turned as I pulled the pins out of my bun.
“Oh, now don’t be like that. You can’t possibly feel any sort or remorse for his death. It’s not like you engineered his reaction to those photos,” Jake said as he looked at the tweets coming in from people all over, reacting to the man’s death.
I was incredulous as I packed my briefcase and looked around at my office.
“I’ll be back in the morning for the things in my office.”
“No, you’ll be back to work.”
“I’m not coming back to work, Jake,” I said as I closed the top of the bag and picked up it and my purse.
“Your contract-” he started to say before I cut him off.
“Has been in negotiations for months. I haven’t signed the new one yet. I’m free to go as I wish. I’m done with this quasi-journalism you call ‘reporting the news.’ This isn’t news. This is sadness. This is making a dollar off someone else’s demise,” I stopped and took a breath. “I’m sick of it.”
“You’re female, I expected this to happen eventually. Thank god you showed your true colors before I put you in charge,” he said, getting up from where he had been sitting on the corner of my desk.
I laughed. I couldn’t help the noise coming out of my mouth. I was so angry that it was the only reaction I could come up with.
“You’re an asshole, Jake. A true, blue, asshole.”
“So? At least I’m not pretending to have a conscience now that someone’s dead. You didn’t have any feelings when we posted those photos of the princess and her nipple slip,”
“Yes, I did. As a matter of fact, I can show you the tweet that I posted after the photos went live. That’s what kicked off my contact negotiations. I knew you’d been trying to get rid of me for months,”
Jake smiled, but it was cold.
“Finally happened, too.”
I smiled back at him, pulled my phone out and opened up the word file I’d been keeping for months. Jake waited while I selected my photos, then uploaded them one at a time, with the headline “Executive for Daily Celeb caught with pants down” to the main site.
“Check today’s post. I hope you have fun in divorce court,” I said as I walked out the door. He was bending over my computer, when the post loaded. I heard the cursing down the hallway. The reporters in the cubicle farm looked on as I passed by, I waved at the desk clerk as I stepped into the elevator. She smiled and waved back, giving me a thumbs up as I took the lift to the roof. I stepped out just as a helicopter landed on the pad.
“Busy day, Lou,” the pilot shouted as he stepped out to open the back door for me.
“Very busy,” I shouted back as I climbed in.
He nodded and as soon as I settled in and put the headset on, he climbed back into the front and did his pre-check before taking off. As we flew over Chicago, I smiled. Tomorrow was going to be much better.
“So, what happened?” the pilot asked.
“Well Roger, I took down an asshole, lost a hero and quit my job,” I said back with a smile.
“Very busy day,” he said.
“Yes, I would say so.”
“Tomorrow going to be just as busy?” he asked.
“I don’t know, but I’ll take whatever it brings with a smile,” I said.
“Yes. Seize the day.”