"If you think I am going to write one word to support your ridiculous vendetta, you’d better think about a reporter with a lot less journalistic integrity! I would rather start my own paper from scratch than give you my byline, because at least I know that there there will be a commitment to the truth." Lois was so infuriated she had completely forgotten about thing like "how will I pay my bills" and "probably never work in this town again" in favor of the greatest "take this job and shove it" Jameson had ever heard. He was turning purple in response, unused to being outshouted on such a level.
Lois got in a few more “and another thing”s before finishing to the sounds of a perfectly silent newsroom. With as much dignity as she could muster, she gathered her personal items and made her way down to the street.
She was surprised to hear the rapid clack of heels behind her as someone called her name. Betty hurried to join her, toting her own armful of possessions. “So,” she began conversationally, “need any help starting from scratch?”