Astrid O’Connor said, handing me back my article with a snap of her wrist. “I’ve starred in the margins where I think you’re quite wrong.”My article was covered in little red stars.“First of all, Zoe, the title is awful,” she said, leaning back in her leather chair behind her desk. “‘The Dating Diva Was a Dating Dope’? I don’t think so. All wrong.” She shook her head, so delicately it barely moved, and folded her hands on the desk in front of her. She reminded me of the teacher’s pet in elementary school.“But it’s the truth,” I said. “I was a dating dope and I gave dopey advice.”“That’s where we disagree,” she said. “You gave excellent advice. You’d like to tell our readership, however, that you’re going to give them dopey advice.”I leaned back in my chair and glanced at my article. All four pages were marked up with red stars and absolutely not! every second line. “I have no idea what you mean, Ms. O’Connor.”She shook her head again and pressed her intercom.
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