Look, homeless people go missing all the time. Why don’t you stick to what you’re good at… recipes, perhaps?
Look, homeless people go missing all the time. Why don’t you stick to what you’re good at… recipes, perhaps?It had been hours since the meeting with her boss, the editor of the Milford Daily Chronicle, but the words and the raking look down her ample figure that had accompanied them still stung and brought tears to Max Harvey’s eyes. Not tears of upset—she wasn’t that much of a special snowflake. She couldn’t be, no reporter with such a delicate personality would have lasted long even in a small town like Milford. No, they were tears of anger and frustration. Anger at her editor for dismissing her out of hand and frustration at herself for letting him get to her.
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