𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝖱𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒.
In the bustling streets of London, Elsie, a junior reporter, finds herself at the epicenter of the city's most influen...
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Hi loves, you might grab a few tissues or a punch bag. Not every story always has happy moments.... I think y'all felt it coming. Also: thank you so much for the comments! I enjoy it reading what you think 🤍
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July 20, 2023
Elsie stood outside the sleek, glass-fronted office building, the California sun casting a golden hue on her face. She should have felt warmth, but all she could feel was the knot of nerves twisting in her stomach. Her supervisor, Henry, had flown all the way from London to Los Angeles for this meeting, and she knew exactly why.
Stepping inside, she moved through the lobby, her footsteps echoing in the quiet hall. As she reached the office door, she took a breath, squaring her shoulders before walking in.
Henry was already there, sitting behind the desk, a cold look on his face. He didn't rise to greet her, simply glanced up from the article displayed on his tablet. His eyes, sharp and unamused, locked onto hers.
"Elsie," he said, his voice clipped. "Take a seat."
She sat down, the leather chair creaking under her as she adjusted herself. Her hands were steady, but her heart raced. She knew the conversation ahead would be difficult, and Henry wasn't one to mince words.
"I didn't come all the way from London for this," Henry began, sliding the tablet across the desk toward her. "This is what you give me after everything?"
Elsie's throat tightened, but she met his gaze. "That's the article I wanted to write."
Henry leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized her. "This is not what we discussed. You had a story—real, hard-hitting information that could have made headlines. Instead, you give me fluff. It's far too clean, Elsie. Where's the grit? Where's the truth?"
"That is the truth," Elsie replied, her voice firm but calm. "I wrote about what matters to me, and it's honest."
Henry scoffed, standing up abruptly and walking toward the large window that overlooked the city. "You're paid by Britbuzz to do great work, Elsie. Not this... watered-down nonsense. You were supposed to deliver something impactful. Instead, I get this glowing love letter to Billie Eilish. You're in love with her, aren't you?"
