we look at each other and we smile that smile like a secret we share we both know we've found what the whole world is searching for.
"THE FIRST TIME I SAW YOU, MY HEART WHISPERED: "THAT'S THE ONE"
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AGASTYA MUKHERJE...
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She gets to work, and siddhant goes through and explains the programs as I take notes. "At ten o'clock the stories will start coming in."
I listen intently.
"We, as reporters, go through them and all say yay or nay as to whether it's got legs and if we go and report on it."
I frown. "But how will I know that?"
"We just vote yes for stuff that interests us, I suppose," kajal says. "Obviously, news stories that are breaking are crucial, but it's the other content that they pay us for."
She reads an email. "For example, three coffee shops have closed down in one week within two blocks from each other." She rolls her eyes. "Honestly, who gives a fuck? This isn't news."
I giggle.
"Here's one." siddhant reads out, "A driver has been clocked traveling at one hundred fifty-five miles per hour, and he ran a police stop sign. He was involved in a hot pursuit and ended up crashing into parked cars in banglore."
Kajal nods. "Yeah, that's good."
"We'll go with that." He types something and puts the file into a saved folder.
"So how does this work?" I ask.
"We collect stories, and then we discuss collectively what each of us has done and put together a list of stories. You research your stories and have them in by four each day for the next day's news. Then we send them on to Akash, and he sends them to editing. Obviously, if a good story comes in, it will take priority over everything else, and it will go to live news immediately."
I frown as I listen. "So we each get our own stories and leads sent to us?"
"Yes, by email. By others on this level."
I glance around at all the workers surrounding us.
"We keep our finger on the pulse of what sells and what news really is," kajal replies. "It's the coolest job ever."
I smile. Maybe I really can do this.
"Open your emails." siddhant reaches over and opens something for me on my computer, and then I watch as it keeps pinging.
"Those are all possible stories?" I frown.
"Yes." He throws me a playful wink.
"Get reading, baby. They come in thick and fast."
I smile as excitement runs through me.
"Just make sure you get story details right. Nothing pisses management off more than incorrect names. You will get into huge trouble."
"Got it."
I've just gotten back from lunch when my phone rings. "Hi, Saanvi, this is riya Jain from human resources. I'll be up in about five minutes to get you," the kind voice says on the phone.
