Margot was about to make a killer article, it was all about how the just newly elected President of Mexico was just as radical as President Trump. Well, something like that. Once upon a time radical was a term that was used to describe individuals that were inventing new philosophies or fighting against the system not some adjective to hide racisms and fear. And she knew that her editor was going to have a field day because this was not something that fit well in the Vogue, but it didn’t stop her from trying. There was another article about how forest green and yellow were the two colors that were going to rock this summer not to mention that ladies and gentleman the scrunchies were officially back -- and if that did not satisfy her editor there was always her love column that seemed to bring millions of subscribers. But someday -- mark her words someday her words were going to matter. For now, she was just going to have to enjoy the illusion that tomorrow morning she would walk to the office and her editor would be stump and see no other option but to print her article. Her favorite spot to write was usually in her office but with the fire she managed to start it was still being redone -- that meaning she still lacked the funds purchase a desk. So, for now, the common lounge was going to have to do the trick, as she heard the doorman open the door her head lifted up and saw Noah, “Ah there is my sweet lover -- how was work hunny? Dinner is in the oven and the beer is right beside the sofa.” She joked as what she had predicted about the gossip mill running loose with the image of both of them in their nightwear skin to skin took place. @xpheonixrisingx
