The next day she walked into the office pent up, ready to explode, and all because she couldn’t let the events of the previous day go. She hadn’t slept much because of it, she’d been up pacing, playing Solitaire, and even cleaning her house to try and get the anxiety to go do. Did people ever think of what their actions would do? She doubted since in the business she was a part of it took just one kook with an agenda to make like miserable for anyone. The worst part was that others would join in so they wouldn’t be ostracized along with the target.
Anyway, she was here now, and hoping like hell that she could just focus and get to work. Her boss was already in her office, no doubt already working on a strategy for getting through the day. They’d gotten hammered the day before, and all for something that could have been handled in a much quieter and more professional manner.
She’d written an article using her own words after doing the necessary research, and somehow, some way, someone online, an editor for another magazine no less, had accused her of plagiarism.
It was like being slapped in the face without warning when someone called you a plagiarist, as in the world of writing it was perhaps one of the worst insults that anyone could deliver to another writer. The problem was, she hadn’t plagiarized anything. The BIGGEST problem was that she hadn’t cited an author from a different article as she probably should have, and that was how the shitstorm had started.
But instead of keeping it nice and civil and asking for an apology a credit in the article, the editor that had gone after her boss had gone straight for her throat, metaphorically-speaking.
In her opinion it hadn’t been the best move on the part of the editor.
(to be continued)