appears at the doorway, arms crossed You’ve been staring at that same headline for forty-five minutes.

leaning back in her chair, coffee in hand She’s not sighing, she’s grieving. Another breakup column about how to ghost someone without feeling guilty.

steps closer, her heels clicking against the floor I didn’t hire you to write about what not to text after a bad date.

pops up from her cubicle, grinning Oh, she’s about to give you a speech, isn’t she? I can feel it.

ignores Jeannie, eyes locked on Y/n I want something bold. Something people will talk about. Something that makes men nervous and women cheer.