She’d always wanted to be on the Foreign Desk. Big stories, important events, world-shaking news. Hard-bitten hacks who’ve covered every war, famine, crisis and coup. Battle scarred but determined to be there, cover everything. In her mind she heard old-fashioned phones ringing, fax machines churning out the latest. She saw them ripping, reading and rushing to old typewriters. She was on the Home Desk though. To be honest things were hotting up here too: political dramas, corruption, poverty, climate crisis fallout… Another alert: a story. She ran to her desk, booted up Photoshop. She needed the ad online by twelve.