The Typist

The Gazette.

Alice was typing away at her computer. It was 4:37 in the afternoon almost home time. She planned on staying a bit afterward to cram in some work. She heard the bell go off. She jumped. She saw everyone leave their cubicles. She hesitated. Finally she thought she should go home. She waited for everyone to leave then packed up and headed down to the Gadzadeer Gazette down on Sloan Street. She walked swiftly. As she opened the big wooden doors the box she was carrying with her work had fallen. She picked it all up. Enella, a girl who worked at the gazette, always had Alice's work published.
"Hey Alice!" Enella said loudly.
Enella was a slim girl with glasses and short red hair. She was wearing a playful smile. "So uh...what-" The boss open the door aggressively. Enella greeted the short chubby man in navy blue. He started speeding over to Alice. Almost out of breath he nearly fell but ended up leaning on a nearby desk. He huffed. "Miss. Chelo...your work......has upset....the big boss." He said pausing to breathe. Alice froze. "W-what do you mean?" Enella stepped back and slipped into her desk. The boss caught up to his breath. "The boss dislikes your writing so...we are not publishing your work anymore." He said sinisterly. Alice took a moment to react. "I don't understand, why?" Alice stepped back, dizzily. "You are not...sophisticated enough. We don't want slice-of-life or comedic writing." Alice stared at the floor. "I understand, now." She started shaking.