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Fast Fiction: Working Lunch

Do you have to be a journalist to edit a tabloid newspaper? Richard Mallinson’s tale tells of a chance sighting that could lead to a big job.

'Don't look now . . . No, keep looking this way . . . I'll tell you when to look .. . Meanwhile I'll keep talking to you ... As I was saying, I intend to spend a few weeks in Cornwall. . .' .

'May I look now?'

'No, not yet. ..'

'Now?'

'Yes, now, be quick .. . she's just going out of the door.'
'Good lord, it's - '

'Yes, and did you see who she was with?'

'No.'

'Dean Hepper.'
'Dean - ?'

'Yes, he's a children's tv presenter.'

'Oh, god ... By the way, I thought we were here to talk about the Daily Blare editorship. You said you wanted my advice.'

'Yes, yes, of course . . . Let's have some more wine ... I'm in a good mood today. I really think the Blare is turning the corner - or will do when we've got the new man installed.'

'Or the new woman? Why not a female editor?'

'Oh, I can't think of a likely one at the moment, can you?'

'Well. . . what about our friend who's just gone out?'

'Lala Blooes? Are you serious?'

'Of course.'

'But she's not even a journalist.. . Hm, on second thoughts . . .'

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