Jack shoved Justin to the corner of the newsroom showing him two cluttered desks. Atop one of the many mounds of papers laid a camera. "That's Greg," Jack said gesturing to a man peering behind said mountain of papers. "He's our photographer on our team. Across from him we have Monte-the man who blames everything on aliens or the government. Back there with the typewriter sleeping is Henry. He's past retirement age and shares various details about World War II-mostly when no one asks."
Jack cleared some papers off a broken stool and pointed, "This here is your office-hope it's comfortable."
Henry snored loudly as Justin set his bag down and he took a moment to asses his small working area. He jumped up and asked, "Wait! Sir, as a part of the team, what's my first assignment?"
A woman rushed in between Justin and Jack, handing Jack a fresh cup of coffee, but quickly moved on. "You're first Assignment?" Jack contemplated and looked around for a moment. Follow Hilary Cane." He slurped his coffee slow as not to burn his tongue.
"The actress? I thought we were a newspaper, not a tabloid."
"Aw, he already thinks he's one of us." Greg said snapping a photo.
Jack stepped closer handing Justin his coffee mug. "It's your first story. I'm giving you a light task." Jack swiped his coat from his desk chair and headed into the chaos of the newsroom. "Enjoy it while it lasts!" He yelled with slightly crazed eyes.
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