They're saying that he's dead. Gone, forever and completely ( Read more... )

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As with every early spring, I seem to have caught a rather nasty cold, and I'm bedridden. However, Allison, I'm sure you can handle the paper without me, right?

On that odd note, Mrs Crouch, would you be perhaps interested in tea someday soon?

So, then. A rather quiet week at the paper - we've even hired a new writer, giving the paper a new viewpoint.

And I've never been good at not telling things, so here goes. I'm engaged, now, to a most wonderful man.

Perhaps I should leave the office for lunch a bit more often than usual. I meet the most interesting and engaging people.

This is maddening. I haven't seen the outside of my office (before midnight) in days. Alyson, please start writing some of the articles on your own, and stop passing them off and asking me to do them. I don't have the time to write one a day.

Along that line of thought, I'm considering hiring a new writer.

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Ugh. I wish the Freespirit Press would somehow be put out of business. Honestly.
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Quirke? Have you been keeping an eye on things? And Skeeter, have you been slightly less free with your quill? I hope to Merlin (for your sake) that you have.

Mr. Crouch, Jr.? You are a public relations intern, correct? I need to contact someone ( Read more... )

If it's not one thing, it's another.

Alyson, we need to set up a meeting. The way you're running my paper isn't the way I want it.

And now, this Gala affair tomorrow night. I'm afraid I might have to decline.