The cowgirl Queen came strolling into The Oracle office with a purpose. The deadline for the next issue was looming over her head like an axe ready to fall at any second. She had only a couple of her Sports articles done. Amal was not going to be happy. When Amal was not happy very bad things happened.

Des was hugging the wall in the reception area as she made her way toward where all the reporter?s desks were. She was doing her best to be absolutely silent so the red haired Editor hopefully wouldn?t hear her coming in late this morning. Just in case though she already had an alibi ready and waiting should she get caught. She was planning to blame it all on her Keg Sister and fellow reporter, Jewell. When it came to the wrath of Amal all bets had to be off!

She was sneaking along quiet as could be up against the wall and hadn?t even brought her usual caf? mocha to give away her sneaking this morning right up until she spotted curiously enough a streamer hanging down blocking her vision. She leaned a bit out to see around it and saw a huge letter also hanging down. This was very strange so close to the deadline so she eased around the corner to get a better look while hiding behind the planter there that they all used normally to spy on people in the reception area.

There was no staying in hiding as tears filled her eyes when she was able to make out what the letters spelled and she realized the streamers and decorations where meant for her. Des slowly walked out into the office area turning around in a circle every few steps to look again in amazement at the gift that had been given to her. It was so much to try and take in she was stunned at all the colors of the different balloons mixed in among the brightly colored streamers.

She finally made it to her desk only to have more tears fall, even faster from the eyes of the person that made it a rule to never cry in public, as she spotted the cake and read the card to herself.