Amaltea is sitting at her desk, reviewing the copy for the next issue of The Oracle. She frowns, stands and opens the door to her office to step outside.
"Who's covering the lottery story? There are rummors that it's being rigged. Why don't I have an article about this?" She puts her hands on her waist waiting for answer. But before any of them can reply she points at Gavilean.
"You! I have articles! But no photos! Where have you been?!" She quickly shakes her head and raises a hand. "And don't even give me the honeymoon excuse! I want photos and I want them now!" She then asks to the person closest to her. "Why is the gossip section so small? This is RhyDin!! Gods!! I know there is more gossip out there to print!!!" She exclaims throwing her arms up in the air then letting them fall to the sides.
Amaltea looks around at the rest of them. "Why is everyone standing around? We have a deadline! I don't pay you to stare!" She then turns on her heel and goes back to her office.
"Who's covering the lottery story? There are rummors that it's being rigged. Why don't I have an article about this?" She puts her hands on her waist waiting for answer. But before any of them can reply she points at Gavilean.
"You! I have articles! But no photos! Where have you been?!" She quickly shakes her head and raises a hand. "And don't even give me the honeymoon excuse! I want photos and I want them now!" She then asks to the person closest to her. "Why is the gossip section so small? This is RhyDin!! Gods!! I know there is more gossip out there to print!!!" She exclaims throwing her arms up in the air then letting them fall to the sides.
Amaltea looks around at the rest of them. "Why is everyone standing around? We have a deadline! I don't pay you to stare!" She then turns on her heel and goes back to her office.