Conspiracies

2. I have something for you.

It had been a long night. I couldn't sleep at any time. The reflection of the raindrops running down the window was reflected on the sheets. I stared at the ceiling while I was lost in my own thoughts. I called Lasse before I went to sleep, but he didn't pick up the phone. I snorted and kept staring at the ceiling. I still didn't know how I would tell him that her sister would become the soft spot of all the press for the next few weeks. I spun around more, tangled in the sheets, and stared out the window.

I looked at the clock. 8:04 am I had fallen asleep! I jumped up and stormed into the shower. It only took me 10 minutes to shower and get dressed. I combed my wet hair quickly and ran to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and got a thermos with coffee and a banana. While I put my keys and mobile phone in my bag, I devoured the banana to finish it before leaving the house. When I was finally out on the street, my cell phone read, 8:20 am. I still had ten minutes to get to work.

Today was a pretty strange day, it was sunny. One of the strangest things to see in Copenhagen. Even having its presence, the cold refused to go away. The trees in the street danced to the rhythm of the wind.

When I spotted my car, I ran towards it and started as fast as possible. As I passed through Icelandic Bridgge, I watched the people sunbathing on the grass. Some had brought breakfast, others took photos of the wonderful landscape that had been created.

I sped up to get to the newsroom on time. I called Lasse on the handsfree, it rang for a few seconds, and voicemail went off. I hung up. I snorted. I had not heard from him since the brief message he had sent me yesterday.

I got to the newsroom and parked. I grabbed my bag and thermos of coffee and bolted out of the car, my heels clicking on the sidewalk. I walked to the reception desk tired. I looked at the time and blew out a relieved breath. At 8:30 am, I made it.

I greeted Soffi as usual and headed for my office. As I walked down the hall, I glanced at Jannik's office. He had not yet arrived. I opened the thermos and drank some coffee. The caffeine woke me up, and I went into my office. The sun's rays came through the window and settled on my desk, on the pile of papers. I sat down and texted Lasse. "Let me know when you go home."

I turned on the computer. I had not finished the article overnight. I stared at the file on the screen as the cursor blinked, asking me to keep typing. But I didn't; I couldn't publish an article where it said that my husband's sister was the new Monica Lewinsky. So I got up and went to talk to Bergitte. She told me that few people knew her name, so I thought she could help me.

In every office I looked at, a person was glued to the computer screen, typing at the speed of light to finish his work. People were running down the hall. They carried a respectable wad of papers, the phones kept ringing to get the latest information and thus complete their juicy article. I saw a pretty young boy talking into an earpiece with a coffee in his hand. He was arguing with someone, and in milliseconds, the coffee in his hand ended up in the gleaming jacket of a young intern.

"God! It's burning!" Said the blonde-haired girl as she waved her hands.

The whole office stopped. They all stopped whatever they were doing to observe the scene, and after a minute, the conversations and the clatter of computer keys began to flow again.

I hurried to the nearest bathroom for some paper. I returned to where the two of them were and gave it to her.

"Here" I gave her the paper, and she took it with a friendly smile and began to rub her jacket vigorously.

"I'm sorry," the boy with the earpiece apologized.

"It's okay. But be more careful next time, okay?"

"Thank you," and he was gone.