Today's Edition Novels & Stories

Everything in the right place. Everything at the right time. Not always. Not perfectly. But today. Today was exactly that.

Not this time. This ends today.

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Chapter 7 April My phone buzzed as i finished the last paperwork on my desk. It's a group text from the girls indicating i have four more hours to get to the tarmac. I'm done With Magazine related work and I've got no show to anchor today so I'll make it to the private jet in no time. "This is the issue for this week's publication" Corrine hands me a copy of the Magazine.

(Kenzo's POV) I turn off the alarm clock, lay down for a little while and was dumbfounded at the window again. It's just a normal day. Birds fly freely everywhere in the blue sky, I quickly got up from bed and see everybody from the window looks kinda busy since it is Monday.

Another crazy way to stay up late and wake up late too was to think about someone that isn't thinking about you and that sucks like how Melissa has a small butt. She rolled off the bed most lazily she could think about and dashed into the bathroom, before she could pull off her clothes, her phone began to vibrate. "Hey Mel" Sam giggled "We are close to your house, mind if we pick you up?". Wow! gest today would be a great day after all.

she rambled on, trying to lighten the tension she was feeling, but she got no response from her guest. She finally zipped up her suitcase and turned to Kyle who looked like he had just seen a ghost. Her eyes flashed to the phone in his hand and her stomach twisted. Something was definitely wrong. "Kyle?" He looked up, his face pale. "Endabeni has just officially launched their Sunday Edition, a four-page article." Sonya snatched the phone out of his hand and her heart nearly stopped as her eyes ran over the screen, and the phone toppled on the floor. She clutched her shirt and rocked her fist against her heart as she felt her windpipe closing.

There was no need to carry all the responsibilities herself. After Catherine came to that conclusion, she fell asleep again. When she woke up, the sun was already high up in the sky. She looked at the time. It was 11:00 a.m. She sat up and looked at her phone. As expected, today’s news was all related to Wesley and Hannah. There were even seven or eight trending topics about them. [Golden Corporation’s Medicine is Substandard. 123 Countries Overseas are Boycotting the Medicine.]

He said he understood, and thanked her for the coffee. The piece did not run at nine. It did not run at ten. At eleven she saw, in an email to the Ledger's subscribers, that this Wednesday's edition was going to be light, they were "still finalizing some pieces," but they hoped everyone had a good rest of the week.