Writing's Second Taste

Extra One: See You Again

All extras are written from the POV of Adam's future wife.

"Alright, so I need somebody to do the write up of interview we got for the sixth avenue story," the man in front all of us said, looking around the room. His permanent frown on his face did nothing to soothe the high tension from every single person.

So I internally sighed and raised my hand, "I'll do it, sir."

He slammed his hand on the table then pointed to me, "Good, send it to my e-mail by four."

Before I could even ask for the file of the said interview, he had already turned around and exited the room. I groaned, sinking down onto my chair and scratching the side of my head in frustration. I turned to my side and saw my co-interns, all turning their attention back to their computer screens.

I clicked my tongue loudly with my arms crossed, "Are you guys ever going to volunteer and do some work or are you just here for the sake of saying that you got intern at one of the biggest newspapers in New York."

"Hey!" one protested, glaring at me through his square hipster glasses, "That's really unfair for you to say."

"Is it really?" I huffed, pushing myself up from my seat, "Because from my end, this is already the third time he entered here to give us a task and somehow, all three of those ended up falling onto my shoulders."

And this guy just had the nerve to fight back, "Nobody asked you to volunteer all three times."

"Well, from my perspective, not one was going to do it anyways. Might as well get him out of this room as fast possible," I replied, walking over to his desk and peeking at his computer screen, "Seriously? You wrote a five page story on Heart Valentine's twenty-first birthday? That's the reason why you can't even volunteer for at least one of the things he wanted us to write?"

"Her birthday happened on February and she only held the party this month," he explained as if it would actually excuse him, "Isn't that a little sus?"

I rolled my eyes and took a step back, using every willpower in me not to yell at him for being such a slacker on the job, "Everybody was most probably busy during her actual birthday so she waited until summer to celebrate so more people could come. Twenty-one is a pretty big one so the more, the merrier."

As much as I know that celebrity gossip is part of the news business, I would hardly think somebody simply wanting to celebrate her birthday could warrant that long of an article. Even I would be admittedly bored with it.

"Just do something more productive and don't dump the whole internship work on me," I said firmly, turning on my heel and walking towards the man who gave me the assignment. He, on the other, just won't let it go and kept on following me.

"You think you're the boss of us when you're just another intern," he practically spat out but at this point, I decided that listening to him was just pointless.

The man was hunched over his desk, his eyes going over a piece of paper with so many red marks and post-its stuck to it. I cleared my throat to get his attention, "Sorry to bother you sir, but can I please have the file of the interview?"

He didn't bother to glance up and only clicked his tongue, opening up his computer to give me what I asked for, "Name?"

"Grace Lelyveld, sir," I replied quickly and he simply started typing. However, I watched as his eyes widened and he rotated his chair so he could face me.

Oh gosh, here we go.

"Don't tell me, you're..." he said almost breathlessly, "Are you related to him?"