Kelly arrived at the newsroom before everyone but Paul, a usual occurrence. Her job was her life, and she wanted to get the most out of it. The thoughts of the anchor position danced within her mind, tantalizing her the proposition of Swinson being a household name.
“Swinson!” Paul bellowed as she passed his office.
Her stomach dropped. He would want an update to her story, as he viewed it as a waste of time. The senator’s death was enough to make it tantalizing to the public, but Paul wasn’t sure that there was anything substantial to it.
The thought burst forth in her mind before she had even shut off the alarm.
She swung one of her arms and, hoping to hit the snooze button, slapped the small, black alarm. As she rolled back over, she brought one of the smooth pillows over her head, covering her ear, and again closed her eyes.
Kelly Swinson was never much of a morning person, which made working nine to five that much more difficult for her. She’d lost count of the times that she was late for not hearing her alarm or standing beneath a lukewarm shower trying to wake up, yet she would be lost without coffee.