Hey to all that have reviewed the story so far, all the kind words really
make me motivated, inspired and glad that I decided to finally post a story
of my own on here.
So do keep on reviewing and letting me know your thoughts, because it keeps me going.
I also want to add that on chapter two, I realized that one paragraph of the story was posted on there twice, I fixed it but I'm not sure when the update will take effect.
Dollar Diva
Chapter 3
Stepping into the headquarters of The Tribune, Kaitlyn smiled to herself excited and anxious about tonight and what it would it would hold for her career.
"Kaitlyn, in my office, now."
Nodding to Shaleene, Kaitlyn made her way into the small office of her editor and took a seat in the black leather chair seated in front of her desk.
"What can I do for you?"
Shaleene smiled with confidence as she began tapping her long red fingernails across the top of the desk hesitating before finally getting to the point.
"Well, there has been talk around the office about you lately."
Kaitlyn nodded, "I'm sure there is talk about everyone."
"So, what did you want with the boss?"
Kaitlyn sighed wanted to speak with him rather than his play toy, Shaleene.
"I am taking my remaining sick days starting tomorrow."
"How ironic that you're wanting to take a vacation at the same time that I am."
Eyeing Shaleene, Kaitlyn nodded.
"Didn't you just go on a vacation last month?"
Nodding Shaleene smiled, "Well of course, I did. It was for play though, this vacation is strictly business."
Kaitlyn let a small uninterested yawn escape her lips.
"What, is there a editors and the bosses they screwed to get there convention or something?"
Shaleene's grin vanished leaving a cocky expression in it's place.
"Actually, no but how mature of you. I am covering the Kriticose story."
Kaitlyn's eyes widened in digust as she stood up from her chair and glared at Shaleene.
"What? No, I don't think so. That's my personal assignment!"
Laughing lightly, Shaleene continued.
"I do believe that you are employed by The Tribune, and not yourself. Now if you were actually an investigative journalist, then I could see you coming along but you're just merely the food critic."
Standing up from behind the desk, Kaitlyn watched in anger as Shaleene made her way to the office door, and opened it as if she were telling Kaitlyn that she was ready for her to leave.
"Oh, and do remember that all you are is the food critic, stick to your own work and your sick leave is denied."
Still glaring at Shaleene, Kaitlyn stood up and made her way to the office door, ready to be rid of Shaleene and everything having to do with her.
"Oh, I will indeed get my sick leave and you will get my resignation. I quit, after I uncover the Kriticose story, The Tribune will be begging for me to come back and who knows? I might just have your job, and then I'll denote you to the life of a food critic and make your life miserable."
Laughing Shaleene took one of her manicured hands and flipped back her long blonde hair.
"So you say you're quitting? We'll get a replacement for you immediatley, pack your things and get out of here before I call security."
Nodding before fully taken in by what she had just said to Shaleene, Kaitlyn walked through the doorway with her nose up in the air.
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Shoving the box containing all of her personal belongings that she kept at work into the backseat of her car, Kaitlyn threw herself inside the driver's side and laid her head onto the steering wheel, contemplating what she had just done.
Allowing her rivalry with Shaleene to get her, she had quit her job now leaving her with no source of income and no way to take care of herself.
She didn't know why she had chose the Kriticose story over her steady job on a mere whim, but she knew now that she had no choice but to uncover the mysteries behind the house or by this time next month she'd be living out of her car and working at some fast food joint, flipping burgers even further from her journalistic goals.
Removing her cellular phone from her purse, Kaitlyn dialed the only number she could think of at that very moment.
"Randy O'Donnell!"
Sighing Kaitlyn replied, "Randy, this is Kaitlyn."
"Katie, aren't you supposed to be working?"
"I just quit my job."
"You did what?"
Trying to fight back her tears for fear that Randy would be able to sense her sadness due to her own stupidity Kaitlyn elaborated.
"Shaleene, she declined my leave for work, and said she was assigned to the Kriticose story, and I quit."
Silence continued by her comment as she could hear Randy breathing on the other end of the line.
"Is the story that important to you Katie that you would throw your job away for it?"
"If I don't uncover this story now, I won't even have a job to throw away, or anything else to fall back on. That is why this story is my last hope."
"Don't worry, we'll get you this story but on one condition."
"Which would be?" Kaitlyn questioned curiously.
"That you come to work for me when we get back."
"Your magazine? I guess we have a deal then."
"As an investigative journalist of course."
Kaitlyn sighed in relief over the reciever. Whether or not she found what she needed to uncover the story, she would still have a job, a better job than her lousy days as a food critic, and she had only Randy to thank for that.
"Randy, you mean it? You'd take a chance on me as an investigative journalist?"
"Katie, I believe in you and I'd take more than a chance, I'd put my entire business on it."
Now feeling better about her choice to quit the job at The Tribune, Kaitlyn added enthusiastically.
"I have a few things to take care of before tonight, thank you for being such a wonderful friend."
"Katie, it's not a problem. See you tonight."
So do keep on reviewing and letting me know your thoughts, because it keeps me going.
I also want to add that on chapter two, I realized that one paragraph of the story was posted on there twice, I fixed it but I'm not sure when the update will take effect.
Dollar Diva
Chapter 3
Stepping into the headquarters of The Tribune, Kaitlyn smiled to herself excited and anxious about tonight and what it would it would hold for her career.
"Kaitlyn, in my office, now."
Nodding to Shaleene, Kaitlyn made her way into the small office of her editor and took a seat in the black leather chair seated in front of her desk.
"What can I do for you?"
Shaleene smiled with confidence as she began tapping her long red fingernails across the top of the desk hesitating before finally getting to the point.
"Well, there has been talk around the office about you lately."
Kaitlyn nodded, "I'm sure there is talk about everyone."
"So, what did you want with the boss?"
Kaitlyn sighed wanted to speak with him rather than his play toy, Shaleene.
"I am taking my remaining sick days starting tomorrow."
"How ironic that you're wanting to take a vacation at the same time that I am."
Eyeing Shaleene, Kaitlyn nodded.
"Didn't you just go on a vacation last month?"
Nodding Shaleene smiled, "Well of course, I did. It was for play though, this vacation is strictly business."
Kaitlyn let a small uninterested yawn escape her lips.
"What, is there a editors and the bosses they screwed to get there convention or something?"
Shaleene's grin vanished leaving a cocky expression in it's place.
"Actually, no but how mature of you. I am covering the Kriticose story."
Kaitlyn's eyes widened in digust as she stood up from her chair and glared at Shaleene.
"What? No, I don't think so. That's my personal assignment!"
Laughing lightly, Shaleene continued.
"I do believe that you are employed by The Tribune, and not yourself. Now if you were actually an investigative journalist, then I could see you coming along but you're just merely the food critic."
Standing up from behind the desk, Kaitlyn watched in anger as Shaleene made her way to the office door, and opened it as if she were telling Kaitlyn that she was ready for her to leave.
"Oh, and do remember that all you are is the food critic, stick to your own work and your sick leave is denied."
Still glaring at Shaleene, Kaitlyn stood up and made her way to the office door, ready to be rid of Shaleene and everything having to do with her.
"Oh, I will indeed get my sick leave and you will get my resignation. I quit, after I uncover the Kriticose story, The Tribune will be begging for me to come back and who knows? I might just have your job, and then I'll denote you to the life of a food critic and make your life miserable."
Laughing Shaleene took one of her manicured hands and flipped back her long blonde hair.
"So you say you're quitting? We'll get a replacement for you immediatley, pack your things and get out of here before I call security."
Nodding before fully taken in by what she had just said to Shaleene, Kaitlyn walked through the doorway with her nose up in the air.
_________________________________________
Shoving the box containing all of her personal belongings that she kept at work into the backseat of her car, Kaitlyn threw herself inside the driver's side and laid her head onto the steering wheel, contemplating what she had just done.
Allowing her rivalry with Shaleene to get her, she had quit her job now leaving her with no source of income and no way to take care of herself.
She didn't know why she had chose the Kriticose story over her steady job on a mere whim, but she knew now that she had no choice but to uncover the mysteries behind the house or by this time next month she'd be living out of her car and working at some fast food joint, flipping burgers even further from her journalistic goals.
Removing her cellular phone from her purse, Kaitlyn dialed the only number she could think of at that very moment.
"Randy O'Donnell!"
Sighing Kaitlyn replied, "Randy, this is Kaitlyn."
"Katie, aren't you supposed to be working?"
"I just quit my job."
"You did what?"
Trying to fight back her tears for fear that Randy would be able to sense her sadness due to her own stupidity Kaitlyn elaborated.
"Shaleene, she declined my leave for work, and said she was assigned to the Kriticose story, and I quit."
Silence continued by her comment as she could hear Randy breathing on the other end of the line.
"Is the story that important to you Katie that you would throw your job away for it?"
"If I don't uncover this story now, I won't even have a job to throw away, or anything else to fall back on. That is why this story is my last hope."
"Don't worry, we'll get you this story but on one condition."
"Which would be?" Kaitlyn questioned curiously.
"That you come to work for me when we get back."
"Your magazine? I guess we have a deal then."
"As an investigative journalist of course."
Kaitlyn sighed in relief over the reciever. Whether or not she found what she needed to uncover the story, she would still have a job, a better job than her lousy days as a food critic, and she had only Randy to thank for that.
"Randy, you mean it? You'd take a chance on me as an investigative journalist?"
"Katie, I believe in you and I'd take more than a chance, I'd put my entire business on it."
Now feeling better about her choice to quit the job at The Tribune, Kaitlyn added enthusiastically.
"I have a few things to take care of before tonight, thank you for being such a wonderful friend."
"Katie, it's not a problem. See you tonight."