#Chapter 42: Congrats On Your First Week

“I don’t want anything but a fair shot,” I say. “But I’m not going to use Hugo to do that. I intend to stand on my own two feet.” Lila stares at me for a long moment. “I don’t know whether or not to believe you, but… I suppose we can see.” Sighing, she steps out from behind her desk. “Grab your stuff. Let’s find you somewhere to sit down.” Hope rises high and fast in my chest. Am I getting my own desk? Lila walks out of her office and I eagerly follow her. She marches into the cubicle pit and I’m practically floating off the ground. She stops at the very first cubicle, the on nearest the door. I’d be pretty far from the other journalists, sitting here, but it’s closer than I’d been only a moment ago. I’m not complaining. “You can work from here,” Lila says. “I expect you to come into my office several times a day. You might think it busywork but I need someone to make sure those reporters actually read my missives.” “I understand,” I say. “I’ll make sure it’s done.” “Good