It took her boss several tries to get Janike's attention, and when she finally blinked back into herself, he had the most horridly pitying look on his face.
"Just...don't. Please, don't." She rubs at her sore and puffy eyes.
"All right. I won't. I'll just say we need a decision on the front page, a politcal section clean up, and there's two articles on the uproar over genetic implant diseases. I'll expect it by the end of the day."
"Yep. You got it." Janike pulls the closest stack of articles to her and grabs a red pen.