↠ FALLEN ANGEL [Matt Murdock]

NINE ↠ THOMAS

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CHAPTER NINE

"Anna." Ellison towers over my desk. "You were at that 24 Hour Bowling last night, right? The one where those robbers were stopped by that vigilante hero; Devil of Hell's Kitchen."

"Yeh, why?" I glanced up from my computer screen to look over the man's worn face, fingers hovering over the keys, poised carefully over the letters; ready to spring back to life at any passing moment.

"I want you to write a fluff piece on it. Make it happy and supportive. The people need something good nowadays." He nodded, beginning to turn away and return to his office.

"Wait, sir!" I called, springing from my chair and running round to stop his path. "I really think I'll be better on writing a piece questioning his motives perhaps or something as such. I just don't think a fluff piece is best for me and..."

"Anna shut up and write the article." Ellison grumbled. "It's not a debate, now get!" He jammed his thumb over his shoulder gesturing to my desk.

"Yes sir." I looked at the floor as he tottered off and I started making my way back to my desk.

Plonking down in my seat, I began to write the article. After a few hours of trying to find anything nice to say about the vigilante in the red suit, I finally decided it was good enough and dragged myself over too Ellison's office and dropped the printed article on his desk. "Done." I sighed.

He picked up the article and started reading. He took his time, taking as long as possible just to make me even more nervous. After a good ten minutes of standing nervously before Ellison's desk, the man looked up at me. "Well," he sighed. "It's shit, write it again."

"What?" I blabbed. "How come? It says good things about him!"

"Not enough. Don't get me wrong, if I wanted an in-depth analysis of why Daredevil was how he was and if the city really created this type of person, I would go straight to you, 'cause this is fantastic." He dropped the article onto his deck and gestured for me to pick it up. "But it's not what I asked for, so," he got up an opened the door. "Do it again." He gestured for me to leave.

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After a few more hours of struggling and scrabbling for the good parts of The Devil, I finally had something worth showing Ellison.  So there I stood, before Ellison's desk just as before, while he dragged out my nerves.

"It's better, much better, something worth the front page." He glanced up at me. "Well done." With a smile and a curtsy, I left his office.

After grabbing a cup of shitty coffee from the  staff break room, I made my way back to my desk and laid back in my chair, relaxing.