“What happened to Journalism being creditable?” Naomi hissed, slamming her laptop lid shut. “I just don’t understand today’s writers. If I have to read one more article that’s like the one I just read I swear to god... I’m gonna implode.” Releasing a sigh, she leaned forward on the table; head dropping in her hands. “I deserved that article, me. I could have done it so much better justice. Not that stupid jerk that probably can’t tell you why or when you need to use a semi-colon.... I need a stress reliever and quick. Help?” she asked, pleading pair of eyes wandering to look at the person beside her.