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had begun reading through the clips. Everyone was a solid writer, except one girl who was coming in as the cartoonist.
    “Everyone here? Good. My name is Lizzie Egmont. I’m the new managing editor, which I’m sure will come as a surprise to anyone who read my pre-term editorial.”
    A few snickers trickled through the room.
    Lizzie grinned. “I’m really looking forward to this year. Unlike the last managing editor—” whom Lizzie did not name, “—I will accept features ideas from anyone at any desk. Features are open to anyone and everyone, and I want you all doing at least one feature this year, no matter what desk you’re on, okay? That goes for freshmen, too.”
    A couple of people clapped and there was a rustle through the room. Lizzie noted with satisfaction that several of the students were scribbling—ideas, hopefully. Past managing editors had been notorious for handing out assignments to friends first, and worthy ideas later. She intended to be sure everyone had a fair shot at white space.
    She beckoned to Anne. “Don’t stand in the corner.”
    “Sorry. I didn’t know…”
    “Come sit by me,” Lizzie said, patting the stool next to her. After all, they were in this together.
    “Thanks.” Anne took up her perch. “So…how do these welcome back interviews work?”
    “I don’t want to keep everyone waiting, so do you mind if I take a moment to read through the sample clips and assign them to their desks?”
    “Go ahead…but aren’t they already at their desks?”
    Lizzie smiled. “Sorry, old-fashioned term. Their desk is their assignment. You know—features, news, sports, entertainment.”
    Anne nodded slowly. “What’s your desk?”
    “Mine is to finish Bergie’s pointless interview assignment, read and approve features and other stories, and then break the story of the year—corruption in the upper echelons of new management.”
    “Corruption?” Anne frowned. “I don’t like the new administration, either, but there doesn’t seem to be any evidence of corruption.”
    “I need to find the evidence,” Lizzie explained patiently. “This is what journalism is. You sense a story. You investigate. You report.”
    “So…what do I do?”
    “Maybe you could write up an announcement for the dance this Friday while I finish these desk assignments.”
    Anne pulled a pen from the cup of mismatched pens and pencils on the desk and began scribbling ideas on a spare sheet of paper. Lizzie went back to reading clips and assigning desks—making sure to assign an equal number of boys and girls to the sports desk.
    She heard the front door open as she was finishing up a note, followed by gasps and hushed conversation sweeping through the room.
    She looked up. There was just a girl awkwardly standing there. Young—definitely a freshman—with dark blond hair and ice-blue eyes. There was something familiar about her eyes. Where had she seen eyes like that before?
    Then, behind her, in walked Dante, her first interview, with Edward in tow.
    Standing next to Edward, with his wide, eager grin, made Dante even less approachable than he already was with his lips compressed in a grim line. Maybe everyone had gasped because of how annoying it was to have him around.
    No…that couldn’t be it. As much as she found it hard to tear her eyes away from Dante and her line of judgmental thoughts, Lizzie’s curiosity about what was riling up her staff won out.
    Lizzie looked back at the front door. Josh Wickham leaned against the open doorway.
    He looked just like he did on television. Lanky, jet-black hair streaked with chunks of blonde, blue eyes, and flirty lips.
    That’s what everyone was quivering about. Who everyone was quivering over.
    Well, she wasn’t going to be impressed by the teen acting sensation when he was obviously a recruitment coup for Bergie.
    “Are you here for the features interviews?” she asked coolly. “Dante, Josh, and—?”
    The door opened again—and in walked that