Recent content by Lymsleia Tane

"I was only an intern at HNN, sir," Lym said, like it might help a little. She had only really made them drinks and typed things up. JJ Johnson didn't seem like the kind of man that liked being challenged, though. Back at HNN, the editors had been clear to their reporters: challenge...

Lym stepped into the office and felt a little awestruck. There he is. JJ Johnson. The man, the myth, the shouty legend. She might've said he was some sort of enigma, but that'd overestimate his complexity. To her, he just seemed like a tabloid hype-man. Big stories, big arguments, big...

When they sat down, she took the caff from the other officer with a smile. "Thanks," she muttered, wrapping both hands around the warm cup as she savoured the caff. An instant hint of grey, stale warmth and alertness. Just a second to calm down before she could launch into the long...

"If you've already submitted a complaint Miss Tame, you must wait the requisite number of days for an official response..." Lym tried her hardest to stop her eyes rolling at the person on the desk. All she wanted to do was pass on the evidence she'd found to the right detective. Yeah, okay, she...

The click-clacking of the keys was driving Lym crazy. She'd been sat in that tiny waiting room for nearly an hour. Hugging her file close to herself, taking a moment to rearrange all the features she'd included. Snapshots and excerpts from articles she'd written for her college paper. Work...