A few years ago.
Amélie juggled her phone between her ear and shoulder as she fumbled with her keys, trying to unlock her apartment door while balancing a bag of groceries in her other arm. The plastic handles dug into her skin, reminding her she should've made two trips instead of attempting to carry everything at once.
"Yes, I understand the deadline is tight, but I'm close to breaking this story wide open," she said into the phone, finally managing to twist the key and push the door open with her hip. She stumbled inside, kicking the door shut behind her.
Her editor's voice crackled through the speaker. "Amélie, we've been chasing this lead for weeks. The higher-ups are getting impatient. They want results, not promises."
She set the grocery bag on the kitchen counter with a thud. "I know, I know. But trust me, this is big. I've got a source inside the company willing to talk. We just need a little more time."
