Getti was seething, though to anybody watching her, it looked like she was simply wondering whether to have a cup of tea or coffee later.

She made a note to talk to the board later. Hiring a show pony was well enough if that pony stayed in his pen and didn't hinder the process of the Prophet publication. When they began to interfere however...

"Mona?" Getti spoke up finally, "That's all."

She walked past the assembled staff, out the door that ponce had just exited. That man was going to get a serious wake up call. Getti Forde was not just an employee, she was part owner of the bloody newspaper.