The newspaper columnist one - Sherlolly
newspaper advice columnists who passive-aggressively diss one another in their advice au
“…truthfully, you’re better off killing him. All other provided advice up to this point has been unreliable.” Molly slammed the paper down and took a deep breath through her nose. “Oh no, counseling is unreliable, but killing him is a perfectly acceptable answer.”
Greg made a noise of noncommitment as he went through the assigned articles. “I’m sorry Mols, but the readers like him. It’s a nice change of pace, Anderson would just agree with whatever you put.”
“Because my advice is reasonable.” Molly insisted. “At least tell me who he is, Greg.”
“No, you know the rules about writing the advice column, Molly. You can’t know who your partner is while they’re writing the column.” Greg sighed, setting aside his paper work. “Now get out before I give you obits for the next four months.”
She wasn’t above sulking out of the office and huffing as she flopped back into her chair. Obituaries wasn’t really as much as a punishment for her, but it wasn’t enjoyable work. The advice column was a nice change of pace from her normal restaurant reviews.
“Trouble in paradise, Hooper?” W.S. Holmes asked without looking up from his keyboard. “You’ve stress ate three chocolate bars since this morning.” He spares a glance to the bin. “They aren’t even your favorite brand.”
“Thank you, Wilbur, for your astounding observation.” Molly bit out, logging into her monitor.
“Mmm, no. Still not my name.”
“At least tell me what the S is for?”
Without sparing a glance, she opened up her notes on the Italian restaurant he’d recommended to her. “Gesundheit.”
The corner of his mouth turned upward as he continued the steady stream of type. Both of their inboxes chimed merrily, they paused and looked at their emails...
Dear William and Margaret,
If you like my work, buy me a coffee!
send me a prompt! (here’s my au tag)
