Nick Bryan

“It all snapped into place, as Angelina remembered Will, the good-looking receptionist she’d met on the way up. She’d thought he ought to be older, or at least scarier, to be the front desk guy in such a dodgy block. Hobson was still talking. “You saw what on Twitter? Oh, um, yeah, I guess that is us.” “No, I’m not going to fight a wolf, my work experience girl got a little carried away.” He laughed into the phone, still somehow sounding bored at the same time. “But yeah, it’s an interesting case, isn’t it? I guess it captured our imagination. Well, you know, I don’t want to tell you too much this early in the investigation, but keep watching the Twitters, I suppose.” Well, Angelina stewed, this internship was meant to prepare her for the world of work — now she knew how it felt when the boss took credit for her effort. “Yup,” he continued, “I suppose that was in bad taste, I’ll have a word with Choi about overstepping the mark in future.” Now she was the heartless bitch too. Her hand flicked, wanting to grab the phone and apologise to Will personally. “Okay, thanks for calling, Will. Cheers.” He replaced the handset, slowly. Tapped his desk. Eventually looked up at Angelina. “So, real people can see your tweeting?” “Real”
― Nick Bryan, The Girl Who Tweeted Wolf