[center][h1][color=686F91]Liam Matthews[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=686F91][b]Location:[/b][/color] His Apartment --> Work
[color=686F91][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Ryder (Via text) [@sakurasan] Archer (Via text) [@Tmitche23][/center][hr]

Liam had been up for close to thirty minutes and he was already glued to his phone. Filling up Sancho's bowl with food, he gave the small cat a little scratch behind the ears as he moved over to the coffee pot, taking his thermos and filling it up with his free hand while he scrolled through the Associated Press app on his phone. There was a full day ahead of him, and there was something about this day in particular that had Liam up, about and keen to see things unfold. Filling the thermos, he left the coffee pot where it was for Joseph when he got up and pulled his bag over his shoulder, moving toward the door and out.

Glancing down the hall, Liam smiled as he saw Reed banging on Ryan and Roxanne's door. Wandering toward the elevator, he gave Reed a nod as he passed. [color=686F91][b]"Morning."[/b][/color] He greeted plainly and simply before wandering into the elevator, making sure for a moment that no one else wanted to hop in before he sent it down to the ground floor. Heading out of the building, Liam sighed for a moment as he took a long drink of his coffee, he hadn't slept much the night before, having spent most of the night compiling a brexit report for that evening's broadcast, but after his time at Harvard and the time he'd been at CNN, he was used to not sleeping much.

Liam didn't bother with a cab, the benefit of living in Times Square apartments was that it was close to everything, and that included his work. Peering up from his phone from time to time to ensure he didn't walk into anyone, it wasn't long before he was at work and wandering into the newsroom. Greeting his coworkers, he dropped the report in his bag on his bosses' desk and moved to his own desk. Bringing up his news alerts, Liam chatted idly with his staff and started his usual routine of sending out e-mails and texts to the appropriate people in regards to the show that evening. As usual, this included a few of the people who he happened to live with. Grabbing his blackberry, he leaned back in his chair as he began to type a pair of texts.

[center][b]To: Ryder (Legal)
[color=686F91]Hey hey, is there any way a journalist can be sued if they call a presidential candidate a fascist? Asking for a friend.[/color][/b][/center]

[center][b]To: Archer (UN)
[color=686F91]Any chance the UN (or you) wants to make a comment to CNN in regards to the British referendum?[/color][/b][/center]

Setting down his phone, he let it rest by the keyboard while he waited for any response, leaning forward at his desk as he started going through his own e-mails, pitches from his staff, tips from whoever, and the occasional bit of spam. The work day was just starting and, strangely, Liam was looking forward to it.