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“I watch a lot of horror movies and true crime shows.” Georgia shrugged “Anyway, get on that story. We want to get a proof of the paper out pronto.”
“Aye, aye, captain.” Isadora saluted her as she left, wondering how one becomes a managing editor anyway. .
Fiona returned with a curious look in her eye. “I think this story is going to take me a while.”
“Why is that?” Isadora responded, though she didn’t really care.
“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “Just a hunch. I think there’s something behind whatever he was doing over there.”
“Seriously doubt it.”
“Izzy, I don’t have time for your negativity right now,” Fiona said, sitting down in her chair. “I have work to do.”
Isadora rolled her eyes and went back to work. She quickly finished editing several articles and started doing “research”, which included searching Twitter and reading anything interesting.
“Hey, Izzy,” a male voice said, taking her out of her Twitter-induced daze.
She looked up to see Doran’s smiling face, “What are you doing here?”
“Well, I’ve been texting you and you haven’t been replying, so I decided I’d just come down. Is Fiona around too? I thought maybe I’d take you ladies to lunch.”
“Fiona went out to do a story, I think.”
“I thought she was doing a story about me.”
“I think she needed to do more research.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know, Doran. Why are you here?”
“I think I just told you.”
“I’m really busy right now, okay? I can’t go to lunch with you.”
“You’re really busy looking at cats on glass tables?”
She quickly closed her browser window. “Also with other things.”
“Come on, Izzy. You’ve been avoiding me since I got back.”
“Fine. Let me finish up what I’m doing, and we can go.”
“Okay.” He stood there awkwardly, waiting for her to finish.
“Can you like… go somewhere else while I finish?” “Where would you like me to go?” He asked. Of course he had her there. There really wasn’t anywhere for him to wait for her except right about where he was standing.
Frazzled, she just turned off her monitor and crossed her fingers that no one would turn it back on before she got back. How long could this take anyway? Grabbing her purse, she walked away from her cubicle, expecting Doran to follow. On her way out, she poked her head into Georgia’s open office to see Georgia and a tall, dark, and handsome man with glasses leaning over the proof of the next paper.
“Hey, I’m going to lunch,” Isadora said. “I’ll be back soon.”
“Dora, can I talk to you about the cover art for this paper when you get back? I have an idea, but it didn’t really work out for me,” the man said, looking up at her with a dazzling smile.
“Sure, Adam. What did you have in mind?”
“Well, we’re doing an article about all that graffiti that’s been going on downtown, but the pictures were awful.”
“So… you want me to take more pictures?”
“No, I want you to paint graffiti on one of our good pictures of downtown.”
“I can do that. Let’s talk when I get back.”
“Maybe we could talk about it over dinner?”
“Maybe,” she said smiling.
“You guys are making me sick,” Georgia said with an irritated frown. “Go to lunch already.”
Isadora grinned and gestured for Doran to follow; instead, he walked into the room and held his hand out to Adam in introduction.
“Hi, I’m Doran. Izzy’s step-brother.”
Adam looked up confusedly, but Georgia shook his hand and said, “Oh, hello Doran. I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Georgia.”
“I’m Adam. We’re the managing editors,” Adam, recovering, shook his hand as well.
“Are you taking Dora to lunch, Doran?”
“I am, Georgia. I haven’t seen a lot of her since I got back into the country, so I thought I’d take her out. Have you been here long, Alex?”
“My name is Adam, and yes. Georgia and I have been here since the
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