Chapter Three
Nine months later
Lana rode up the elevator to the offices of ChatterZine. Like she did every morning, including most weekends, she gripped a cup of coffee in one hand. Though now it was only one cup as Reyanna had gone through a series of bright-eyed interns, whose eagerness dulled within weeks of working for the demanding boss.
Coffee in hand. Pen in bun. Notepad in pocket. Lana took sure steps to her desk. Along the way, she dodged bodies as writers and photographers hurried about inside the office.
As always, the red ink flowed as black copy was stricken across white sheets of paper. Scissors made quick work of photographs and illustrations as the day’s layout came together like pieces of a puzzle. Unlike her first year here, this batch of interns stood on the periphe
