Chapter Four

Angel turned onto her stomach inside the tent as she flipped another page of her book. She was hidden under a snug blanket that covered her back and there was a diffuser slowly puffing aromatic steam out of it. She sighed as another person left the building in front of her, shooting her a weird glance. She put her book down momentarily to pick up a cookie to bite into before she put it back down to continue where she left off in the book. It didn't take long for another person to stalk out of the building to stop right before her.

"Woman! Get lost already!" the security guard hollered at her.

She looked up from where she was. "I'd love to exercise my rights as a Newsian. I can be anywhere I like, do anything I want."

"Why the fuck are you camping outside Brevity Press?" he said to her, expression marred with annoyance.

"Well, like I told the editors," Angel explained carefully. "I want a job here."

"They said no to you!"

"I don't take no for an answer," Angel said and dropped her head back to her novel. She flipped another page, nearing the end of the story. It was a behemoth of a book and she had managed to toil through much of it as the days passed. Now, she was considering a second read.

"Fuck this," the security guard said and disappeared back into the building.

It wasn't even an hour later when policemen showed up and hauled her off to the station. The entire time she was there, they treated her like some alien, asking her questions about her sanity. She proved to them with answers to every question that she was very much a sane person, but that didn't seem to have much of an effect on them. Well, no matter, because they released her later with another warning, and she said farewell to some of her friends at the station.

Guess where she went next?

Well, of course to camp in front of Brevity Press again.