Cassie dashed into the one hundred year old brick building that housed The Spirit Newspaper, her new place of employment. The low ceilings and worn wood floors were a far cry from the ultra-modern offices she was used to working in. Her desk, functional rather than aesthetic, was crammed with the six other desks of her colleagues. She dropped her tote on a pile of papers on her desk, took her seat and studied her boss as he approached. Red Mitchell, the editor of The Spirit, was fifty-something with thinning reddish hair and the guts to give her a second chance. She owed him a lot.
“Working for the Spirit isn’t the same as working freelance,” he said when he reached Cassie’s desk. “You don’t make your own hours.”
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