The desk was nothing super fancy; a rather large one with plenty of cubbyholes that she could be sticking random things in when Amal might stick her head out her office door. This way she could look busy doing something instead of what she was actually doing.
The Oracle reporter loved to spend time sitting at her desk daydreaming about her scrumptious Oracle photographer husband, Gavilean Starfare.
She had an extra chair that sat beside her desk for when people came by to talk with her about their news stories and of course there was always coffee and refreshments of the usual fare just across the way there that one could grab on their way in or out if they were in a rush to get a story.
But Des had decided that she would offer refreshments to anyone that was kind enough to stop by the offices of the town newspaper to give her a story. Anything to get the news that she didn?t have to rush out and hunt down was her motto.
The Cowgirl Queen thought maybe if enough people came to give her the news she would hire herself a catering service even no matter what Amal said. That way they would have good food and drinks when people stopped by to give them the news instead of this stuff they had now at the office.
?If enough people came to talk with us,? she thought, as she sat with her chin propped on an upturned hand and gazed across the room at her scrumptious husband over there at his desk adding text to a photo layout, ?I just might even hire myself a band to come in here and play for ?em while they wait to talk to us.?
A sigh escaped and guiltily she glanced toward the glass wall where she could see their Editor-in-chief, Amaltea, was busily working on putting the latest edition for July together and jerked herself upright in her seat and quickly snagged a random piece of paper and pen.
Several minutes later the Ace Reporter gasped in horror as she looked and realized there was nothing but hearts drawn around her husband?s name repeatedly on the paper instead of the article on the Tower of Air challenge match she had intended to write.
The Oracle reporter loved to spend time sitting at her desk daydreaming about her scrumptious Oracle photographer husband, Gavilean Starfare.
She had an extra chair that sat beside her desk for when people came by to talk with her about their news stories and of course there was always coffee and refreshments of the usual fare just across the way there that one could grab on their way in or out if they were in a rush to get a story.
But Des had decided that she would offer refreshments to anyone that was kind enough to stop by the offices of the town newspaper to give her a story. Anything to get the news that she didn?t have to rush out and hunt down was her motto.
The Cowgirl Queen thought maybe if enough people came to give her the news she would hire herself a catering service even no matter what Amal said. That way they would have good food and drinks when people stopped by to give them the news instead of this stuff they had now at the office.
?If enough people came to talk with us,? she thought, as she sat with her chin propped on an upturned hand and gazed across the room at her scrumptious husband over there at his desk adding text to a photo layout, ?I just might even hire myself a band to come in here and play for ?em while they wait to talk to us.?
A sigh escaped and guiltily she glanced toward the glass wall where she could see their Editor-in-chief, Amaltea, was busily working on putting the latest edition for July together and jerked herself upright in her seat and quickly snagged a random piece of paper and pen.
Several minutes later the Ace Reporter gasped in horror as she looked and realized there was nothing but hearts drawn around her husband?s name repeatedly on the paper instead of the article on the Tower of Air challenge match she had intended to write.