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 reports and recommendations from her internship with HoloNet News. Personal statements and plans for her career. All ready to present to the big guy at the Galactic Bugle.
Whatever the heck the Galactic Bugle was doing way out on Christophsis, she had no clue. Probably something to do with the politics out there. It was ISC territory, so that meant different rules, different laws, different insights. One thing was for certain though, JJ Johnson was a far cry from her last editor. The ones she'd worked under at HNN had been studious, quiet but ruthlessly clever. They put together the news but never became the story. JJ? Well...
It's just for a few months. Just a few months. If you can last here Lym, you've got a ticket to any network in the Galaxy.
The secretary smiled over at her, with a sickly-sweet scarlet grin.
"Mistah JJ will see you now," she drawled as something flashed on her desk. With a gulp, Lym stood up and moved towards the door. The secretary pressed the intercom button and leaned in close.
"Mr. Johnson? Your next meeting is here. Miss Tame from Coruscant?"
"Tane!" Lym hissed, correcting her. She glared at Lym in response.
"Sorry, miss Tane," she drawled, waving her fingers towards her.
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 reports and recommendations from her internship with HoloNet News. Personal statements and plans for her career. All ready to present to the big guy at the Galactic Bugle.
Whatever the heck the Galactic Bugle was doing way out on Christophsis, she had no clue. Probably something to do with the politics out there. It was ISC territory, so that meant different rules, different laws, different insights. One thing was for certain though, JJ Johnson was a far cry from her last editor. The ones she'd worked under at HNN had been studious, quiet but ruthlessly clever. They put together the news but never became the story. JJ? Well...
It's just for a few months. Just a few months. If you can last here Lym, you've got a ticket to any network in the Galaxy.
The secretary smiled over at her, with a sickly-sweet scarlet grin.
"Mistah JJ will see you now," she drawled as something flashed on her desk. With a gulp, Lym stood up and moved towards the door. The secretary pressed the intercom button and leaned in close.
"Mr. Johnson? Your next meeting is here. Miss Tame from Coruscant?"
"Tane!" Lym hissed, correcting her. She glared at Lym in response.
"Sorry, miss Tane," she drawled, waving her fingers towards her.
@Rhogar