Ugh, sorry for the delay. =[ Encyclopaedia Galactica
"Yes, of course," Pepper said airily, waving his hands about. "Please continue, Miss Knoll." He listened to her answer the questions Miss Holland had asked, but his attention only reached as far as taking the answers in. In truth, he was not particularly interested in them. At 47, with a wife who also had a well-paid job, and no children, money was not much of a problem, even in London. It was quite a privileged position to be in, Pepper understood that much - life was probably not as easy for a young, up-and-coming journalist like Miss Holland.
He was actually a little surprised at how little extra responsibilities the Section Editor position entailed. Of course he would still submit articles, that was what he was here for! Pepper was a journalist, not a manager. Most of the people working at the Daily Prophet were what his old English textbooks would describe as "characters" with strange little ways - stranger than those the country demanded, that is - but they were clearly competent workers. Pepper didn't think keeping them focused on the work was going to be much of a problem.
"Well," he said decisively when Miss Knoll had finished, hoping that this would move things along so that he could back to his desk and typewriter. "I definitely accept. Thank you very much." He reached across the table and shook the woman's hand vigorously for a moment, proud of himself that he had remembered this traditional ending to successful negotiations. "Now, what are these... perks, you said? What are they about?"
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