#jcsiie

there was a reason eliza hated social media, and one of those was because of how constantly full it seemed to be of people who were either bored, stupid, or both. “i swear to god,” she rolled her eyes, “if i have to hear about one more celebrity scandal, i am going to personally send hate mail to their management teams. this idea that there’s no such thing as bad press is so annoying.” bad press existed: bad press got people fired, it got people blacklisted, it took names out of houses and put them in garbage cans. there was nothing that made a management team look like more of a joke than shit like this.

working at masters meant that heather actually had to develop a sleeping schedule. which was, probably, the most unfortunate part of her entire job, because she was always a night owl, and always found the most inspiration in the darkest hours of evening. weekends were her saving grace, the days she got to sleep in the most and got to stay up late to get her writing done. “josie,” she yawned into her hand as she entered their shared kitchen, “what do you think about me making blueberry pancakes? i know it’s like...noon, but it’s never too late for pancakes, right?”

"josie, be honest with me.” lindsey sighed, frowning at her camera, at the tablet she held in her lap. she was trying to be anywhere but her actual office right now, as that meant being able to be a slight pest to people she liked in other departments. josie was the victim of the hour. “do you think that this looks halfway decent, at all? this is supposed to go with the shoot i organized and i’m starting to second guess...literally everything.” she turned the screen towards the other girl, torn between wanting to be told she was overthinking it, and wanting to be told the unedited truth.