[ The thing is... she doesn't even notice that he'd replied. Her phone was, sadly, suddenly buried under a pile of papers, that the blinking light that should alert her to a new message was hidden.
With her phone forgotten, she kept going, writing that press release, hoping for a photo-finish deadline because local media was shit at keeping up. This release has to come out tomorrow, or heads will roll, because the Big Three Broadsheets can't even be assed to write about the goddamn Papua New Guinea tree on their own.
So there she was, in front of her laptop, fiercely typing out words and editing herself as she worked on the rush release (and silently cursing Manila Bulletin for putting her on hold for thirty minutes). After this, she plans to just fall into bed and sleep-- it was kind of a good thing that the DoSA didn't have a real office yet. ]
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With her phone forgotten, she kept going, writing that press release, hoping for a photo-finish deadline because local media was shit at keeping up. This release has to come out tomorrow, or heads will roll, because the Big Three Broadsheets can't even be assed to write about the goddamn Papua New Guinea tree on their own.
So there she was, in front of her laptop, fiercely typing out words and editing herself as she worked on the rush release (and silently cursing Manila Bulletin for putting her on hold for thirty minutes). After this, she plans to just fall into bed and sleep-- it was kind of a good thing that the DoSA didn't have a real office yet. ]