I still remember the first time I entered the Daily Express. My heart was filled with both excitement and nervousness, thinking about my future as a journalist. Quitting the office wasn’t part of the plan, but here I was, watching Stanley as he read my resignation letter. His lips pressed tight together, shoulders dropping, and sitting on his chair in a hunched position. After he read the paper, he folded it and made a heavy sigh. “I don’t usually ask my staff to reconsider their decision about leaving the tabloid because I can always replace them anytime I wish.” He opened his drawer and fished out something that looked like a card. He placed it on the table in front of me. “But since you did something that no one among my reporters had accomplished, I’ll give you the time to rethink your
