Anabeth opened her laptop and pulled her notebook out. She had many stories that needed edited and sent to the printing department. Her boss was sending her a photographer to go to these places and people to capture the images. She www as suppose to take him. She sighed softly and begin typing away on her Samsung laptop. She chewed on a pencil as she was thinking about her writing. She looked at the time.  Where the hell was her photographer? She wasn't sure what job the man in her dream and memories did,  but she had to find him.