South Coast:
In the bustling trade city of South Coast, the beach was met with rows of towering buildings. It was night time, but it made little difference on the city streets. The streets were crowded with entertainment seekers of all ages and desires. The bright neon lights competed for their attention trying to lure customers to eat, drink, or dance the night away.
The buildings soared, easily doubling the height of distant trees. Their lit windows only added to the atmosphere of the night life. Someone always did something in South Coast.
One building in particular competed with the tallest buildings of the city center. This one bore the logo of a blue circular handheld with two sharpened red pencils forming an ‘X’ in front of it. This one stood out as Champion’s Chronicle Headquarters.
At the top of headquarters Humberto Meng, the company president, sat at his office desk. The large chisho was so much a part of this company that he owned an apartment at the very top of headquarters. He needed to sleep at some time. He also needed to be there at a moment’s notice, awake and able to respond to any issue arround the globe.
Such an issue just occurred. Brisa Gan had just called to report on her progress, or lack thereof. She was scared and at the end of her wits, following a story that she would not be able to cover well in the least. She was at Bome Castle following the BigBad Crew to West Drop. The locator at the bottom of her message told him that much.
He almost hated sending Brisa on such a high level mission. Jaquan hated reporters and she was so inexperienced. She reminded Humberto so much of himself when he started in the business. All hopes, big dreams, and no experience. He went from the bottom floor to the top of the company. With any luck, she’ll do the same.
It’s a shame her story will never be published. He’d have to make up some excuse for the reporters not to be there of course, and something encuraging to get her to take the next step. Eventually, she’d be so into following leads and creating a story that she’d want to finish it herself.
It was exactly the same thing that happened to him all those years ago. It was as if he just finished talking to a version of his younger self. He gave the same type of advice that he remembered getting. He felt his thaw just a little but he still had an empire to run.
The Champions Chronicle wasn’t run on sentiment. It ran on hard facts and hard work. She was assigned to assist Duard because he was their top reporter. He was fearless and she needed to become fearless. She needed to learn all the qualities of a reporter if she wanted to become an ace herself. However, all she became good at was getting tea and cakes.
This was her big shot. If Brisa hoped to become anything more than an eye-candy errand girl, she’d eventually have to get her hands in the mud. She needed to be tested at some point; this was as good a time as any. In spite of her failure Humberto still saw something of himself in Brisa. If she proved to be like him, she’ll come out on top. If not, there are many tea and cake shops around town.
Well on to more important matters. Humberto pressed the com switch for one of his assistants. They had their sorting to do but they also waited on his every word. “Chael!”
“Yes, sir,” a nervous voice replied.
“Get me a sandwich,” Humberto ordered. He knew that the assistant knew exactly what to get.
“Yes, sir.”