Chapter Ten
Instead of putting the finishing touches on the small business story Mitch had assigned me the week before like I was supposed to be doing, I sat staring idly at my computer screen, unable to think about anything other than Marcel Desfleurs and Grave Times.
Finally, I gave up and went to talk to Mitch. As editor-in-chief of the Moon Grove Messenger, it was his responsibility to know everything about our competition — and I had a ton of questions.
I crossed the newsroom, careful not to have my head taken off by any of the various documents and office supplies soaring from desk to desk above me. Why couldn’t Moon Grove just embrace email? It was far less dangerous.
Mitch’s office door was closed so I knocked lightly.
“What is it? I’m busy,” Mitch growled, his voice muffled.
