Perry stood in the doorway of his office, staring at the man across from him, “You’re late. Again, and where is the Elena Torres story for me to proof? I want it out by tomorrow. Biased story telling and pandering to the lowest denominator. She’s a hack!”
“I am so sorry for being late Mr. White, traffic was terrible,” Clark apologized, pushing up his glasses before fumbling with his knapsack. “The reports are-” He continued to fumble, eventually pulling out a report encased in a manila folder. “-right here, sir. Just like you asked.”