Chapter 4 — Coffee Break Wisdom

Mia

The newsroom hummed with its usual symphony of urgency: the sharp clatter of keyboards, voices murmuring over the faint hum of studio equipment, and the occasional bark of an editor calling out directives. Mia Carter moved through it all with her polished, practiced grace, her heels clicking against the polished floors. The sleek, leather-bound notebook tucked under her arm seemed almost an extension of her, its gold-embossed initials catching the overhead lights. Her focus was as sharp as ever, but the faint furrow between her brows betrayed the weight pressing on her mind.