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Lois looked down at the summer intern applications on
her desk. As city editor, she had to choose one of three
applicants to work in the city room under her supervision.
The first two candidates looked good. They were second
year journalism majors with experience on their high school
and college newspapers. The third applicant was the one
she kept coming back to. He was a third year science
student with extensive newspaper experience. Like the
others, he had high school and college experience, but he
had also worked on his local newspaper. He actually had
several op ed pieces published in newspapers across the US
about his summer travels and his experience in the big
city. The articles showed insight and a sense of humour.
In addition, he had investigated and proven financial
corruption at Metropolis U's Student Council. Normally,
she would not have second thoughts about hiring him. But
this was different.

"Lois! Lady Lois . . . wait!"

Lois slowed her pace, turning reluctantly towards the speaker. "Hi, Cat," she said woodenly.

"Is it true?" asked Lady Catherine, breathless after her sprint to catch up to Lois, ". . . what they're saying? Has the King really asked
permission to have your hand in marriage?"

"Asked," affirmed Lois sadly, "and granted."

"I can't believe it. After all this time! If I were to tell you the number of women who've set their caps for him - beautiful women, too - and he's never fallen for any of them. Lady Antoinette . . . the Earl Tailor's daughter . . . even Lord Lang's eldest, Lady Lana. It was said
he had a preference for her once, but it came to nothing." She gave Lois a sly look. "I even took a shot at him myself . . . ." Lois nodded -
*that* she could believe. Lady Catherine "took a shot" at *every* man.

"He's so handsome, too," Lady Catherine continued. "And the finest figure of a man I have *ever* seen. You won't mind producing an heir with *him*." She paused, suddenly noticing Lois's lack of enthusiasm.

"Don't you agree, Lois?" she asked. "You've seen him . . . ."

Lois nodded, although she hadn't "seen" him, not really, anyway. When the King of England and his court had come to Metropolishire, she had
barely looked at any of them, her thoughts dominated by the man who had stolen her heart three weeks earlier. "Do you know anything about
Sir Lancelot?" she asked.

"One hundred and seventeen buttons," the Wedding Coordinator had pronounced with no small satisfaction, as she closed the last one. Between the bride's mom and herself, the "buttoning in" of Lois had taken a mere half an hour. During which the bride had stood quietly, mind racing, as each button further sealed her fate - locking her away from her former life, her former self, and her former...ummm...partner.

"Okay, Doctor Folk," said Lois, her pen poised expectantly over her notepad. "What can you tell me about this new drug? FDJ?"

"FDK," the man corrected her. He sighed. "It's not pretty, Ms. Lane. It's a thousand times more addictive than anything else on the market, and as far as we can tell, there's no cure."

Lois frowned at this. "No cure? There's no cure for cocaine, either."

Lady Lois Laveney smiled wickedly at her own mannish appearance, reflected in the looking glass. She suddenly spun around and addressed her maid who was hovering near the door. "So what do think, woman? Would I pass for a man?" she asked in a deliberately gruff voice. Then, unable to help herself, she burst into giggles.