' That morning’s brainstorming session- a routine morning affair where the chief editor yelled at everyone else, and everyone else just meekly cowered in fright and listened to the tirade- had been a particularly charged one.
“Come on people! Raise your game! Get it up!” the dark woman in a pant-suit, high heels and a perm had yelled, standing at the head of the table, one hand with manicured nails, painted bright pink, raised high in the air.
I always wondered if it was wearing the six-inch heels daily that made Maya perpetually cranky and a raving hot-head.
“Look around you! This is the city which is brimming with scandals worth writing about! If someone famous as much as sneezes or posts pictures of their dog wearing a dress you gotta write about it, fellas! If a socialite eats an ice-cream at a shop you must write about it! Whip me some love affairs, so matter how non-existent or false! Find out who is dissing who at A-list parties! Find out who is exposing their body parts through revealing clothes! Find out who is kissing whom at someone’s high-profile birthday bash! Find out who is screwing whom! If no one’s screwing anyone manufacture a sex scandal! Find out who is cat-fighting with whom, who is breaking up with whom, and who is going where on a vacation! We are a tabloid, guys! Truth or lies don’t matter- we give the public what they want…GOSSIP!” Maya declared, thumping her fist on the table, sounding more like an army general going to war rather than the editor of one of LA’s most infamous tabloids.
All people- scribes, assistant editors, illustrators- in the room just stood around the large wooden table and looked at her, their eyes wide with apprehension. As if Maya was a time bomb waiting to go off any moment and kill them all. The older reporters were used to hearing the same tirade every morning, and the newer ones were attuning their ears to it.
The consensus was that they had to become one of the sleaziest and dirtiest tabloids in LA to make the lecture stop.
“So. Now. My sources have told me some exciting news, which are to be the highlights of today. Kim Catalano is doing a nude photo-shoot again. Another celeb kid- is it a Hanks or a Willis- I don’t know, find out- has done something scandalous. Justin Weiner had another brawl last night at a high-end pub. Brittany Spears’s new boyfriend has allegedly proposed to her. Go find out more about these things. And if you don’t get something, make stuff up. And go scouting for other stories in Celebville. We will meet here at 1.00 p.m. again- and that’s when we decide the stories for tomorrow’s publication. Am I understood, guys?” Maya asked.
A low murmur of assent rose across the gathering.
“I DIDN’T HEAR YA!” Maya shouted.'--- The Dark Side of Innocence