Robyn was promoted to Freelance Writer, and gets to wear a cunning trench coat and fedora to work.
She also got a decent bonus with her promotion, which she used to buy her very own computer!
Sure, it's a dinosaur desktop that takes up her entire kitchen table and now she has nowhere to put her food if she wants to eat, but she doesn't have to go to the library to work on her writing anymore!
At this level in Robyn's career, it is important that she interview people and write reports about them. She can also review movies, games, and restaurants, so that's pretty cool, since it means she doesn't have to pay for them.
But for now, she just digs for dirt on her coworkers, since they're the only people she really knows in town.
Interviewing is all well and good, and Robyn has made a lot of new friends with her positive, friendly stories. But her readers were demanding something a little sexier, a little dirtier, so Robyn had to go where the dirt was.
Literally.
When she got home, she smelled awful, but she had plenty of dirt to write about the guy who owned the trash can (someone named Phoenix), so it was worth it.
I guess.
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