As soon as she awoke, the princess got to work. “What do you mean no one grabbed that Jeb Bush gun tweet?” she growled. “It’s been up literally all night.”
Noticing a group of interns dozing in a nearby chair, the princess leaned down. “Where are those interview transcripts?” she asked through gritted teeth.
“I can’t sign off on college credit if you don’t do the work,” she explained to the entitled blogger hopefuls. Walking away, the princess laughed to herself, “Millenials.”
One blogger suggested, “How about ‘10 Ways the Grammys Were Shook’?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” the princess responded. “The Grammys were on Monday. You think Buzzfeed is pulling this shit two days late?” The blogger began to weep.
“I love traffic thisssss much,” she told a man sitting in the corner.
“This is what I look like when I’m blogging,” she explained again. He claps.
The princess clicked a blank space on the screen for several minutes, unfazed by the fact that her click offers no results. Everyone continued to smile out of fear.
“I love to blog.”