1. The Job.
It has been months since I have been placed into an undercover story. I was hesitant about it at first, not because I am a bit rusty, but I am going undercover to unveil secrets and rumors on a silly boy band, One Direction. I walk towards the editor in chief's office after being called from his secretary. I knew this was about the job.
"C'mon Zoey, we all know you are the only one to handle this. Either you this story becomes the front page news or you're fired." I could not say anything in return. I cannot believe that my career is being placed on the line for a couple of inappropriate teenage boys. I looked down at my feet and tapped my heel along with my shin. Ever since I was a young girl, I remember this would soothe me in a time of stress. I kept quite not knowing what else is going to be said during the duration of this conversation.
"Do we have a deal?" He asked leaning back in his chair assured I would say yes. He was right; I could not help but nod my head yes. I slowly rise from the chair in front of the editor in chief's desk. I stand up straight regardless of the job I have to do. I will not risk my dream of becoming editor in chief of the New York Times. No one else is capable of this job other than me. I must do this and as usually when I set my mind to things it will be done and amazingly done at that. I walk toward my cubicle and sit in my chair. As mundane as this desk is along with my small apartment I will be missing it. I unlock my computer and look through my email and see the information I have to memorize in two weeks to really get into character. There is just so much that I have to learn before I get shipped off to London for the kick -off of their tour. The name is now Kristen of San Diego, California. I can do this. I have to do this.