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he would check in with her tomorrow about de Silva ’ s reveal.
‘ Yes , Drill Sergeant ,’ she said with a salute.
‘ Grace , do we need a snide remark every time? ’
‘ Well , don ’ t order me around , Nick. You should know by now that when you tell me something it ’ s as good as putting it in an underground safe and throwing away the key. ’ She took a breath and exhaled . ‘ So , w hat page is my immigrant story going on? ’
‘ Five. Not even you can have the front page every day. ’
‘ See , I make an effort and where does it get me? And why does everyone assume I ’ ll have my stories on the front page every day? I certainly don ’ t expect it. ’ Does it give him an inner sense of satisfaction to be spiteful and put me down? I hope it makes him feel better. Actually , no , I don ’ t.
‘ What ’ s on the front? ’
‘ You ’ ll find out tomorrow , won ’ t you? ’ He then gave her instructions to email the other story she ’ d been working on through to the sub-editors for them to layout when she finished with the final touches. She spent another ten minutes on the immigrant piece then hit the send button. She knew Nick loved the thrill of a breaking story appearing in the printed edition instead of online so he held it off for the morning newspaper. He ’ s definitely old school.
She turned her computer off and made a beeline for the famous watering hole. The views from this particular café on Sydney Harbour had been photographed and sent all around the world in marketing campaigns , touting it as the most picturesque harbour city in the world. It would be worth half an hour there to soak in the ambience to soothe her soul.
When she entered , the venue was jumping. Grace would have to ensure she had light drinks due to her early morning. Duty had called and though work birthdays were something she usually avoided , she had learned it was not good to say no every time. While she thought she was one of the gang , Kate had told her that due to her popularity with Nick and her high profile as one of the top journalists on the newspaper , many people in the office looked up to her and it would be nice if Grace graced them with her presence.
The bar was a section at the far end of the restaurant with a large and long wooden table top. The piece de resistance was the monstrous balcony overlooking Circular Quay. The architects had been clever enough to think ahead and design thick , shatterproof glass as the railing so the view would be uninterrupted. Securing a table with stools closest to the balcony railing was akin to finding gold while panning at an old mining town. Grace was amazed when she spotted Kate at one of the sought-after spots surrounded with work mates. Brilliant.
Although Grace was a believer , she didn ’ t attend church though occasionally sent a prayer skyward when warrante d . Tonight s h e prayed Nick would not be part of the group. If he left work early , was it to come here? Or was he headed out with one of his bimbos? As she approached her gang , she scanned the group and cheered up when his familiar , leering eyes were nowhere to be seen. She hoped tonight they wouldn ’ t tease her about him as had come to be the ritual lately.
‘ Say it isn ’ t true ,’ she had pleaded. ‘ And besides , why is he mean to me i f wha t you ’ re saying what you ’ re saying? ’
‘ That ’ s exactly why , because he likes you , yet , in some twisted way knows he wouldn ’ t get anywhere , therefore , he plays mean. It ’ s so high school ,’ they offered.
Grace was sick of Nick , his ogling and his women. Some of them figured out she worked with Nick for two years and they would approach her and ask questions. ‘ Is he looking for a girlfriend? ’ ‘ When was his last serious relationship? ’ ‘ Do you know if he ’ s been in love? ’ Such inane questions caused her skin to itch and she wanted to scream about it. In the end , she stopped going to these
‘ Yes , Drill Sergeant ,’ she said with a salute.
‘ Grace , do we need a snide remark every time? ’
‘ Well , don ’ t order me around , Nick. You should know by now that when you tell me something it ’ s as good as putting it in an underground safe and throwing away the key. ’ She took a breath and exhaled . ‘ So , w hat page is my immigrant story going on? ’
‘ Five. Not even you can have the front page every day. ’
‘ See , I make an effort and where does it get me? And why does everyone assume I ’ ll have my stories on the front page every day? I certainly don ’ t expect it. ’ Does it give him an inner sense of satisfaction to be spiteful and put me down? I hope it makes him feel better. Actually , no , I don ’ t.
‘ What ’ s on the front? ’
‘ You ’ ll find out tomorrow , won ’ t you? ’ He then gave her instructions to email the other story she ’ d been working on through to the sub-editors for them to layout when she finished with the final touches. She spent another ten minutes on the immigrant piece then hit the send button. She knew Nick loved the thrill of a breaking story appearing in the printed edition instead of online so he held it off for the morning newspaper. He ’ s definitely old school.
She turned her computer off and made a beeline for the famous watering hole. The views from this particular café on Sydney Harbour had been photographed and sent all around the world in marketing campaigns , touting it as the most picturesque harbour city in the world. It would be worth half an hour there to soak in the ambience to soothe her soul.
When she entered , the venue was jumping. Grace would have to ensure she had light drinks due to her early morning. Duty had called and though work birthdays were something she usually avoided , she had learned it was not good to say no every time. While she thought she was one of the gang , Kate had told her that due to her popularity with Nick and her high profile as one of the top journalists on the newspaper , many people in the office looked up to her and it would be nice if Grace graced them with her presence.
The bar was a section at the far end of the restaurant with a large and long wooden table top. The piece de resistance was the monstrous balcony overlooking Circular Quay. The architects had been clever enough to think ahead and design thick , shatterproof glass as the railing so the view would be uninterrupted. Securing a table with stools closest to the balcony railing was akin to finding gold while panning at an old mining town. Grace was amazed when she spotted Kate at one of the sought-after spots surrounded with work mates. Brilliant.
Although Grace was a believer , she didn ’ t attend church though occasionally sent a prayer skyward when warrante d . Tonight s h e prayed Nick would not be part of the group. If he left work early , was it to come here? Or was he headed out with one of his bimbos? As she approached her gang , she scanned the group and cheered up when his familiar , leering eyes were nowhere to be seen. She hoped tonight they wouldn ’ t tease her about him as had come to be the ritual lately.
‘ Say it isn ’ t true ,’ she had pleaded. ‘ And besides , why is he mean to me i f wha t you ’ re saying what you ’ re saying? ’
‘ That ’ s exactly why , because he likes you , yet , in some twisted way knows he wouldn ’ t get anywhere , therefore , he plays mean. It ’ s so high school ,’ they offered.
Grace was sick of Nick , his ogling and his women. Some of them figured out she worked with Nick for two years and they would approach her and ask questions. ‘ Is he looking for a girlfriend? ’ ‘ When was his last serious relationship? ’ ‘ Do you know if he ’ s been in love? ’ Such inane questions caused her skin to itch and she wanted to scream about it. In the end , she stopped going to these
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