𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 ❦ (𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐝)

Chapter 4

Today is my first day at the Gotham News. I arrive 15 minutes early, but to my surprise, Mr. Weekes is already waiting for me at the door.

"You're on time," he points out, a cigar in hand. "Follow me."

I follow Mr. Weekes close while he walks to his office.

"There are four departments : redaction, sale, printing and administration," Mr. Weekes tells me. "We are a small team and most of us multitask."

They have to multitask? Boy, That's a really small journal...

"Same goes for you. We don't hire editors so you will have to take care of the redaction of articles! Please take care of the quality of your information."

"Yes, Mr. Weekes."

My new boss accompanies me to his office and tell me to sit down before his desk. He doesn't sit down though, no. That man never sits down.

"We intend to change a few things to extend our influence. I have a few tasks to give you. For now, let's focus on the interview with Hayley Williams next week," Mr. Weekes decides.

"Hayley Williams? The aviator woman who flew across the whole Gulf of Mexico?"

A familiar face pops up in my mind. I admire her so much. She is two years older than me and she was a legend withing the mechanic engineering department of Harvard.

"Precisely," Mr. Weekes confirms.

"I'll be more than happy to get to interview her, but are you sure that you want to give me such an important mission?"

"Of course, Mr. Way. That will be an interesting experience for the both of you that you interview her. You're young, and from my understanding, you both went to the same college. You seem to have some common points and this will be a nice conversation starter."

"I know, but..." I trail off. I'm even hesitant in my hesitation.

"Come on, please try to trust yourself," Mr. Weekes says gently. And I nod with more assurance.

"Yes, Mr. Weekes." I smile.

"You still have some time before the interview. I suggest you spent it on doing some research. Today, I will ask you to interview the person in charge of the Welkin Tower. Once its construction is finished, it will be the highest building of the district."

"Do you want me to write an article about its height? Isn't it... a bit old to write about?" I tilt my head a little.

Mr. Weekes nods. "I know, it's not really the kind of things I like to see in my journal, but we have to gain some readers one way or another. Don't write anything too exaggeratedly complex, a small article will do. Here is your camera."

Mr. Weekes hands me a large box, a brown and black camera of the Twenties. Holding it, I realize that a new chapter of my life has begun. I've started a new job, but I can't move of after the whole case related to the Metropolitan Hospital.

I should focus on my job and not let myself get distracted until I get a more stable position here.

I leave Mr. Weekes' office and sigh softly. Then, a cheerful, slightly familiar voice makes me look up ahead.

"Hello, Mr. Way. Nice to meet you, again!"

...Why is he here?

"I've heard you were going to the Welkin tower for an interview?" Brendon Urie comments trivially. "Are you really going there with this outfit?"

"W-What's wrong about my outfit?" I blush embarrassedly. I can't really afford anything more than decent.

"The tower is still under construction. I'd wear clothes I don't care about to go on the site."