Kent was usually the first to arrive and the last to leave the newspaper headquearters. He wanted to ensure anything that was printed with his name on it came out perfect. This involved him doing a lot of looking over the shoulders of his fellow staff members and, much to their irritation, disrupting their normal flow to ask questions or point out errors he saw that they were missing. Or that they didn't consider errors.
More often than not, Kent got his way. The staff had gotten used to his obsessive thoroughness and had collectively decided it was easier to let him fix things than it was to try and argue him out of it. He was a shoo-in for the next Editor-in-Chief, and they didn't want to get on his bad side. Of course, Kent had his rivals in the paper, but no one could fault his dedication.
Which was why he was standing at the copier at half past five when most other students were in the cafeteria having dinner or being with friends. He was there to see Aktamun go into the office of the current editor, though he didn't acknowledge him, and he was there when the boy came out in celebration.
As though the disruption in sound wasn't enough, Aktamun had to get even more invasive and enter Kent's personal space. "Hey! You--" he squirmed to pry Aktamun's arms off of him. "You can't touch people without their permission. It's against the rules. And it's just rude." He huffed. But was Aktamun telling the truth? Had he really gotten in on the paper? A glance at the chief editor and the faculty adviser as they were leaving told him that, yes, they'd let this disorganized careless and sloppy student in among their ranks. Kent clenched his teeth. Was there no integrity left in the paper?