The cluttered table was covered with pizza delivery boxes and several empty wine bottles.
A knock on the door startled the weary journalists who had worked all night without going home. He stood up and opened the office door.
"Fak, this place looks like a junk heap!"
Mr. Jacob pushed the door open, pinched his nose in disgust, and complained.
"Nigerian pizza is better than Washington D.C.'s. Jacob, you should try it too."
The journalists gradually woke up. Jacob put down the coffee he brought for them, grabbed a chair, and got down to business.
"I know you just pulled an all-nighter, but folks, perk up and get ready to go!
Thanks to my efforts, the Nigerian ambassador has agreed to an interview with us!"
Being a fourth estate agent is incredibly difficult. Jacob was serving the California Clique, pulling in a group of Donkey Party media people to Nigeria to 'investigate evidence'. He had to produce some results.
