#Chapter 33: Threatened By a Colleague

"I've seen some of Matilda's photos," Sheila said the next morning. She was leaning against the outside edge of my cubicle, looking in at me and tapping a long French-manicured finger nail on the plastic wall-divider. "They're amazing of the kids and alarming of the facility, a perfect combination of heart-warming and bone-chilling." I laughed. "I love how you put that. I've yet to see them." I was putting a finishing touch on a pitch for Sally. Matilda and I had decided to go the route I'd talked about with Charles. I was going to try playing Sally's game for Social Scene and write a separate piece, and Matilda and I would approach one of the other divisions with our orphanage story. "You're going to keep working on this story, right?" Sheila asked. "I'd be sad if you gave up now." "Oh yes," I assured her. "I don't think Matilda would let it go either. She's too invested in these kids' lives." I caught a whiff of Stan's feta scent a moment before he appeared next to