Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 265

The bullpen, in newspaper parlance, was the area where the reporters and editors sat, making calls, writing and gossiping. That's where she was most nights, feverishly working.

I came into the large open room, filled with desks, chairs and typewriters. Rebecca was at her desk hunched over, typing something. She looked up at me and smiled until she saw I had a newspaper tucked under my arm and a scowl on my face.

I threw the paper down on her desk. "Nice story," I said with sarcasm dripping from both words.

She looked at it and then up at me...