“Gone home.” Dani Driscoll laughed, and peeked around her cubicle to see Editor in Chief, Samuel Cooper, coming her way carrying a fistful of papers.
“I can see that.” Coop raised an eyebrow. “I’d like you to take a look at this press release. Can you squeeze it in before the Romano piece?”
“What’s it about? Some new-and-improved sports car that perhaps runs on solar?” Dani teased.
Coop rolled his eyes. “No. I think you’ll find this more interesting. It’s not strictly your beat, but I’d like you to cover it from a human-interest view point.”
Dani snatched the papers out of his hand, and rolled her eyes. “This is all scrunched up, Coop. Have some respect for my work.” She smoothed the papers on her desk, and read the first few lines out loud. “The Rush Institute, Denver, Colorado. Promising research gives hope to millions.”
“You’re right, I don’t do medical. Pete will be mad. Why me?”
“I want a woman’s perspective on this; the story behind the story,” Coop told her.
“Great.” she said. “But you know I have no background in medical research.”
Scanning the next few paragraphs she gasped, and looked up at him with wide eyes.