Jim glanced at the clock. “Four. I have two hours. I can do this.”
Turning back, he typed feverishly on the keyboard, allowing characters to dance across his screen as though they were alive.
In only his second week working for the online newspaper, but he already had more than a few horror stories. In school he was the man. His stories were always accurate, clear, precise, and on time.
Now he hoped to make his first deadline after having his articles sent back. His editor didn’t care about facts. He wanted “click bait”.
Biting his tongue, he hit send.