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Forget Her (c.s)

To: Pip <plongbottom@themelodicglobe.com>, Mason <mmavelli@themelodicglobe.com> Cairo <csweet@themelodicglobe.com>> ++3others

From: Y/n <y/fi_y/ln@themelodicglobe.com >

Subject: Evaluations
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Good evening.

This week, I will be conducting your semiannual reviews. The results of evaluation will determine if your tenure at The Melodic Globe is to, or not to, be continued.

Report to my office as follows:

Monday 2/10
Pip Longbottom - 8:00AM
Ryan Flennory - 11:00AM

Tuesday 2/11
Mason Mavelli - 1:00PM

Thursday 2/13
Tracy Andrews - 1:00PM

Friday 2/14
Peter Parker - 8:00AM
Cairo Sweet - 11:00AM

Be prepared. Be presentable. Be punctual.
Any deviation from the three will be held against you.

See you tomorrow,
Y/N — Editor In Chief, The Melodic Globe
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Valentine's Day

"Listen, I like you. You've got an helluva eye. But I told you and everyone else, any deviations from the three P's would be held against you —"

"I know, but Mx. Y/l/n, I can't help city traffic."

"City traffic? Spare me that." You waved your hands dismissively.

"It's the truth!"

"Peter, your suit's scuffed up, you don't have your portfolio, and you are three hours late. I'd believe you were mugged before I believe that traffic nonsense."

Peter dropped his head. "Fine, okay, you got me."

"What?" Your brows knitted, tone stricken with disbelief.

"I was robbed alright... rival news junket. Caught me coming out of my apartment this morning and took everything I had." Peter brushed his hair back.

You irritably blinked, hoping his audacity would dissipate right along with him. He didn't go anywhere, so you clicked your pen, immediately scribbling on his evaluation sheet. "You're fired, Mister Parker."

"WHAT!? Please, Mx. Y/l/n, I really need the job!"

You stood up, sliding the folder over to him. "Go clear your cubicle, please."

Peter shot up from his seat, in full protest. "Please, I need a full check next week. I really need to make sure I can pay rent! And I mean, not to overshare but it's Valentine's Day. I want to give MJ a proper date..."

"Sounds like your priorities aren't straight." You went to your office door.

"With this job, they are!"

"That's why the rent's late and you've got no pocket change for your girlfriend?" You scoffed, holding the door.

"Mx. Y/l/n, please! Please, I need this! I need the money!" He pleaded, hands interlocked.

"The sooner you're off property the sooner you can file for unemployment or join the Daily Planet, whatever feels better. Now, please, go clear your cubicle." You ushered him out with an arm swoop.

Peter closed his eyes to mask his hurt. Without another word, he passed through the doorway as a raspy, southern voice departed him. "Take care of yourself, Peter."

"Th-thank you, Cairo."

Upon hearing the name, you poked your head out of your office being met with the darkly docile expression of Cairo Sweet.