Iris
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Post by Iris on Apr 30, 2007 19:12:19 GMT
Iris really did think that she would be okay to work. Of course, she really was the sort to push herself to the point of collapsing if it meant not having to think about something that she would rather keep hidden in the recesses of her mind. She needed something to keep her mind occupied because if she had to think about the previous night too much more, Alan may as well have her driven home because she would likely be in such a state that she would be fit to neither work nor drive herself home.
When he asked the questions about what was on the card, she bit her lower lip lightly for a moment. “There… there’s a picture of the man who was taken… I really don’t know what else on there could be useful to the police or us.” Honestly, she could no longer remember exactly what she had taken photos of the night before. Everything seemed to be blurring together and trying to lose itself in a haze and, while she would have preferred to just allow it to do so, she knew that it was probably not the best thing to do. After all, she knew that there would be questions later and she would need to answer them the best she could.
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Alan
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Post by Alan on May 7, 2007 4:04:28 GMT
Alan’s approach when it came to working and how to deal with his employees was to simply give them a long leash. He only hired people he believed would fit into the work ethnics at the Sun, people who were more committed to the truth than petty things such as money. People he could trust and as such he didn’t need to be watching them all the time, second guessing each choice they made and overruling them constantly. Perhaps other editors could work like that, ones who had to compensate their own personal failings by feeling as they were controlling every aspect of the work.
So he would let Iris do what she thought was best in this case, because that was just how it was.
“This picture, is it taken in the church? The only photo of a person?” Alan pressed her gently, picking up the card and staring at it for a moment, fixing all his attention on the object in case she needed a moment. “Try and think Iris… anything else? Did you get a shot perhaps of the person who did it all?” These questions had to be asked and really, Iris had to think of the answers.
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Iris
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Post by Iris on May 7, 2007 16:43:46 GMT
“It was taken in the church,” she confirmed with a little nod, “and it’s the only one I took of him.” As to the other two questions, she really did have to think about it. Had she taken any pictures of the woman? None that she knew of, but… “I heard the camera go off at one point, but I don’t know what it got.” She hadn’t paid any attention to it the night before, but when she had hit the bench, she had hit the shutter button. The flash hadn’t gone off, but she had heard the soft click of the shutter. She had gotten a picture of something but she didn’t know what. “Whatever the camera caught is likely to be dark, though. The flash didn’t go off.”
She was trying to remember if the camera had been aimed at the woman or not when it had happened, but she wasn’t at all sure. Iris had had other things on her mind right then, though she should have been more worried about getting a picture of the woman than anything else. Of course, if she had, Iris really didn’t think that she would have lived to walk out of that church. The woman had killed a priest and it was highly unlikely that he had done anything at all to anger her. If the woman could do something like that, Iris could only imagine what might have happened if she had been caught trying to snap off a couple of pictures.
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Alan
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Post by Alan on May 21, 2007 14:25:43 GMT
“Okay then,” Alan replied, twirling the memory card in between his fingers, attention still focused on the small piece of plastic and metal. A random thought crossed his mind as he stared at it; wonder that such a tiny object could hold so many photos of such high quality. Such technological advancement in such a short space of time, it was sometimes almost unbelievable, especially when Alan cast his mind back to his childhood and the differences there. That tiny card made him feel as if he had lived through countless ages of the world – he needed to stop having such random and trailing thoughts.
The editor focused his attention back on Iris, placing the card carefully down on the desk to the right of him, well within easy reach. He would look at the photos later and spare Iris having to look at them again so soon. It was the least Alan could do, although should he come across a photo he needed explaining, he wouldn’t hesitate to call her back in.
“I’ll be holding a meeting once everyone has come in.”
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Iris
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Post by Iris on May 25, 2007 18:14:15 GMT
Iris gave a nod at the comment about the meeting. There was no telling as to who they were still waiting for, but she doubted that it would take too much longer for everyone to come in. The morning was pushing on and even those who could be really late weren’t usually much later than it was right now.
If there was a photo that needed explaining, Iris would, naturally, come in and explain, but she very sincerely hoped that it would not come down to that. She very honestly never wanted to look at the pictures on that memory card again and had to admit that she would be rather glad when she could delete them, sending them into oblivion.
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Alan
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Post by Alan on Jun 1, 2007 18:11:57 GMT
The chief stood, pushing his chair back before stepping around his desk. For the moment he left the memory card where it had been placed, confident that he could hold the meeting without having to look at the images, they would simply add a flavour. Far more important was to see who had arrived yet and who they were still waiting for.
Perry White never had to wait for his reporters and if anyone dared to be late they soon regretted it.
“Come on,” he said to Iris, heading for the door and opening it to allow her to pass through with him. There was nothing more that needed to be said to her personally right now and Alan didn’t believe in hesitating or waiting unless it was needed and right now it wasn’t.
Continued in: The News Floor with Iris
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Alan
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Post by Alan on Dec 18, 2007 13:38:06 GMT
POST TIMESKIP
It was perhaps obvious to any outsider, but working at a newspaper tended to create a lot of physical paperwork. A newspaper was made from paper so it only seemed logical that there would be plenty of sheets of the stuff lying around the different offices, all waiting to be dealt with. Alan however, never failed to be surprised by the sheer amount of it, remembering wistfully the predictions of the ‘paper-free office’. While he preferred the feel of paper over reading a computer screen and liked his news in printed, easy to hold format instead of some glamorous, over the top news reader telling him what was going on in the world in a patronising, polished tone, he couldn’t help but feel that all the sheets and forms he had to sign were pointless and would be better served residing in his computer.
Then again he could just be rebelling against having to authorise all the extra expensives his reporters and photographers invariably racked up during their work. Even now and then some clever dick thought it funny to see how much they could get away with and if they could charge personal business to the company. Then there were some who honestly thought that the expenses deserved to be paid by the paper and couldn’t understand the refusal. Either way he had to go through them all carefully, feeling at times like this more like a politician and pencil pusher instead of a proper editor and reporter. The feeling was one of the many reasons why he chose to do this sort of work during the night, when the news floor was quieter out there, so there were less people for him to accidentally take it out on.
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Alan
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Post by Alan on Dec 29, 2007 15:35:12 GMT
The paperwork was giving him a headache. Sheet after sheet of expensive requests and other payments that had to be made to keep the paper going. It was a wonder really that they managed to keep afloat when he had this sort of money flowing out, Alan conveniently ignoring the more than decent subscriptions they had as well as the honour of being the top paper in the Los Angeles area. Doom and gloom suited his mood better for the moment, at least when faced with one of his junior reporters trying to claim that four lunches in a row at a medium class restaurant was meeting a source; Alan knew a date when he saw it, and that was the place you would take a sweetheart to in the hopes of impressing her, not a source.
It wouldn’t be the paper he knew and loved if there wasn’t something like this going on and Alan could admire the balls of the reporter for trying to pull off scamming him but that didn’t mean he was going to go easy on the little waste of space when he came in next morning. That could wait until then however, Alan rubbing at little at the bridge of his nose and exhaling loudly in frustration. He stood, sorting the papers neatly into two piles before moving away from his desk. Alan could use a little stretching of his legs.
Continued in: The News Floor
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