"Hey, hey, hey! Who let the greenhorns in here?" Jameson was just as loud as ever, but his focus was on the pizza. If he'd been angry, he would be looking around for someone to yell at further. "Senior staff, coming through."
The new graphic artist was clearly trying to make an impression. All right, Jameson would entertain him for a moment while he fished out a slice of mushroom-and-olive and another slice of pepperoni. "Howdy. Ryder, isn't it?" He knew the young man's name, just as he knew the names of everyone on staff, but feigned distance so as not to appear chummy. "How's the new TV section coming along?"