Autumn Belfontaine had just finished typing out an e-mail on her laptop when her phone chimed incoming text. She looked over, fully expecting to see yet another text from Dan.
Instead, it was Juss. We’ve got a problem at the station.
What a crazy coincidence. But she knew where her priorities had to lie. Hit send on the e-mail, then text Juss to find out what was wrong while she grabbed up her stuff and headed down there.
And here she’d thought she’d actually have a quiet evening for a change. A time to study for an upcoming exam, or to prepare lesson plans for the broadcast standards and practices class she was teaching this session.
Nope, she had just enough technical background that she might actually be able to fix a problem with the equipment, so she was needed down at the station. At least she wasn’t dangerously behind on anything, so it wouldn’t be a disaster, but given how crazy things had been of late around here, she really could’ve used the rest.