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"Great work Daaaahling!!", Agnes gushed as she took a summary glance at Felicity's piece.
"You really liked it?" Felicity couldn't hide her surprised expression.
"Oh yah. This is a lifesaver for ah readers."

Felicity realised what this was. The old crow was buttering her up. She prepared herself for another one of her editor's "learn the ropes" assignments.

"Now Dahling, since your work on this piece has been habsolutely scintillating," Agnes twirled her hand in the most opulent fashion. "I've saved this new assignment for you."

Here it came....what was it to be this time?

"Tamarah is back in town, and she's just split from her boyfriend."

"The oil heir?" Felicity was mildly curious, even though she hated herself for it.

"Yah, the very same. Well, she's now newly single, and will nahturally be looking to let her hair down. I want you to be there."

"How will I know where to find her?"

"Oh easy dear girl, you'll find her at eleven in Crystal. So chop chop off you trot, our readers habsolutely must know it all."

Felicity suspected Tamarah would be expecting her. She trudged off wondering if this was actually a legitimate step on the road to gritty yet alluring war correspondent.