TweetyGram

36 - #GoodbyeTweetyGram

It had been almost ten weeks since I started my internship at the Gazette. All the interns had turned in their TweetyGram articles, and today, the editors summoned us one by one to their respective offices, having made the decision regarding our future in the company.

Devon, who was called first, screamed his excitement about being hired as he ran out of the sports editor's office. The other three interns besides him weren't as lucky. As I drummed my fingers against my desk, waiting for my fate to be announced, Fiona scuffed out of the puzzle editor's office with a huge grin.

"I take it everything went well?" I asked.

She nodded and squealed, "Say hello to the Gazette's new puzzle maker!"

I smiled. "Congratulations, Fi. You totally deserve it."

"Thanks!" She beamed with glee.

"Miss Darling?" Zoe called, standing at the door to her office.

Anxiety rocketed through me. Zoe usually addressed me by my first name. The formality she'd just displayed made me wonder if she was distancing herself from me because she was about to deliver bad news.

No, no. Stay positive, Lindsey. I took a deep breath and stood up. "Wish me luck."

"Good luck!" Fiona said.

Zoe's office was only about ten feet away from my desk, but it felt as if it were miles away. My heart hammered in my ears and sweat broke out on my palms as I entered the room. The afternoon sun burned through the window, but Zoe's office felt especially cold today. I fought the shiver creeping down my spine and shuffled toward her desk.

"Have a seat." She waited until I settled into the chair across from her before she continued, "The editors have reviewed the article you wrote, and . . ."

I held my breath as she paused. A second longer and I would've gotten a heart attack.

"We're impressed," she said with a nod of approval. "Between you and me, that's exactly the kind of article I was looking for."

The breath I'd been holding came out in a rush. "Oh. Thank you."

"We'd be delighted to have you work with us at the Gazette. There's just one little thing. I noticed in your application that you were aiming for a career in crime journalism. Unfortunately, we only have one spot in the crime department, and . . ."

"The position goes to Wyatt."

She gave a small nod. "We still would like to offer you the position of full-time staff writer, but, should you take the offer, you would be working with me, writing reviews of restaurants, covering the latest fashion trends, and maybe even trying out new workout apps. I have to warn you, it can be quite dangerous sometimes."

I chuckled. I'd expected to feel at least a bit disappointed that I didn't get my dream job. Strangely enough, I didn't feel disappointed at all. If any, I felt elated and grateful. "Well, I'm a little bit of a daredevil at heart, so I'd love to take up the challenge."

Zoe smiled. "Great! Welcome to the Gazette."

***

"I got the job." I hadn't been able to stop grinning since I'd walked out of Zoe's office. And that had been three hours ago. "It's not the position I wanted, but I think it's perfect for me."

"Congratulations, Linds," Bree said with a warm smile. "I knew you'd get the job."

"Thanks!" I grinned so wide my cheeks started to hurt. "I have to tell Jake."

I was about to rush out of my apartment when Bree stopped me. "Jake left about an hour ago."

"Oh." It was weird how Bree knew when Jake had left or that Jake wasn't home. But I figured she had accidentally bumped into him on his way out. "I'll just wait for him to come back then."