The office of the Stanford Daily was cramped, poorly ventilated, and smelled strongly of burnt coffee and printer ink. Stacks of old newspapers covered almost every flat surface.
In the center of the chaos, Sarah Evans was loudly arguing with a layout editor. She had ink on her fingers and heavy, dark circles under her eyes.
"I don't care if the lacrosse team won the regional finals, Mark!" Sarah shouted, pointing aggressively at a mock-up page on his desk. "Arthur Harrington just filed for federal bankruptcy! The biggest donor to the business school is currently being raided by US Marshals! That is the front page!"
"Sarah, we already covered the bankruptcy in yesterday's evening edition," Mark argued tiredly. "The Business Chronicle already scooped the details. We have nothing new to a
