“Okay, I’ll bite. Where is this nonexistent newspaper coming from?” Asked, Nancy.
“You.” Replied, Chief Day.
The room fell silent. Chief Day cleared his throat. “I called your boss. The one that fired you. I must admit there was persuasion on my part.”
“You had me fired. I find that rather rude.” Stated, Nancy.
“Let me finish. I know you are the best newspaper editor we will ever get in our small community. You are one of the best-known journalists in the country. Your ruthlessness is what gets you in trouble. I like your approach.”
This stunned, Nancy. “You like my journalism?”
“Yes. Not how you go about it, but you are excellent at your craft.” Said, Chief Day.
“When do I start?” Asked, Nancy.
“Tomorrow. We are working in your office. It’s located at the police station. The empty side office we don’t use nor do I see us using it.”
Congratulations went around the room. Susan refreshed everyone’s coffee mug. She gave one to Nancy which she accepted.
“I’m glad we got this all cleared up. What happened to my Instagram account?” Asked, Susan.
“We deleted it.” Stated, Chief Day.
“You what!” My fans are on that page.” Announced, Susan.
“One of your fans is in a dark place at your expense.” Said, Ralph.
“In the future, I’d like to be a part of these decisions.” Grrrr. Mumbled, Susan.
“We can change anything you want, Susan.” Said, Ralph. Susan let out a long breath. “Show me what you’ve done. We’ll go from there.” Said, Susan.
“I need to get back to the station.” Said, Chief Day.
“I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Chief.” Stated, Nancy.
“Nancy, your office will be cleaned. Within reason, the police department will give you some money to decorate it.”
“Sounds great! Thank you, Chief Day.” Said, Nancy.
Bert and Bea came to life when they heard a light rap on the sliding glass door. Ralph got up to answer the door. There stood a woman holding a baby.