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"L/n! How much longer on your piece?"
You huffed, chair tucking back into your desk. "Not too much longer, Audrey. Just doing the final edits."
"Hurry it up, please! Got something excited to share."
Many people would say that working as a journalist would mean researching and writing about boring events that happen on a day-to-day basis.
Yours definitely wasn't.
You were fortunate enough to work for TuneIn Magazine, the biggest pop culture news outlet in England. You got to study and write about your favourite characters, movies, comics, and whatever else you desired. It truly was your dream job.
Giving your article a final glance, you save it and send it off to editorial.
Pushing your chair back, you start heading over to Audrey's office, making sure to stop off at the staff kitchen to grab a biscuit.
With a quick knock on the door, you head in, "You wanted to see me?"
A girlish squeal was all you heard before Audrey made her way over to you.
"I'm going to be the bestest friend ever!"
You roll your eyes, "You're also my boss, Auddie."
She grinned, "It doesn't matter, I'm going to be the best of both!"
"Alright, hit me. What crappy article am I doing this time? The Bacon-Flavour Era? Who never did their ice-bucket challenge after being nominated?"
She gave you a quizzical look, "What? No?!"
"Then what am I here for? We've still got three hours left, and I've got that article on Benedict Cumberbatch's Sherlock series to finish writing."
"He's just so dreamy! Have you seen those baby-blues?" She wiggles her eyebrows a few times.
Chuckling softly, "You've always been obsessed with that man."
"I know, but who doesn't?" You raise your hand.
She scoffs, "Well, you're just weird."
"What did you actually call me in here for?"
Audrey's eyes seemed to gleam with excitement, "Remember how we've been brainstorming about changing things up here? Not just focusing on the characters or fandoms?" You nod. "Well, I've got something that will knock your socks off."
You raised an eyebrow, intrigued, "Do tell, Auddie."
She leaned across her desk, trying to act conspiratorially, "You, my dearest friend, are about to embark on an exposé of a lifetime. We're talking about a piece that will send shockwaves through the fandom community."
You leaned forward, "Keep going..."
"It's time to pull back the curtain on none other than Thomas William Hiddleston himself!" She exclaimed, a wide grin prominent on her face.
You blinked, slightly taken aback, "Tom Hiddleston."
Auddie nodded, "That's right! The enigmatic heartthrob, the charismatic actor -- we're delving deep into the man behind the roles."
A multitude of emotions flickered across your face, though you managed to remain neutral. "I see..."
If she noticed you weren't as ecstatic as she was, she didn't mention it; too swept up in her enthusiasm. "I can't wait to see what you manage to get out of this? This is going to be huge!"
"And get this," Audrey continued, barely containing her excitement, "Mr. Hiddleston himself has agreed to cooperate with this exposé. You'll have exclusive access to him for all of your interviews...multiple times!"
Your heart sank at the thought of seeing Tom again, but you plastered a smile for Audrey's sake. "Sounds like quite a good opportunity."
As Audrey launched into a flurry of ideas for the article, you couldn't shake the feeling of apprehension gnawing at you. Interviewing Tom Hiddleston multiple times was definitely not part of your plan, but it seemed fate had other ideas.