July 23, 20XX
My Dearest Carlisle,
You are in HOT WATER. As you know, our paperboy's a little slow. Guess what they wrote in the first issue of the month? Write your guess here. (I'll wait)

The working conditions in YOUR stupid factory are AWFUL. I knew you were a little irresponsible, but I really trusted you with this one, Carl. First it was your event planning business, then you were a secretary, and now this? When you get back home from Central City, we need to talk. I don't exactly like reading that my husband isn't too fond of worker's rights. RETURN this letter soon. If I don't get anything back by August, I'll call someone. Maybe the authorities. I don't want to think about it right now. My pen's running out of ink.
Respectfully,

Jasmine Manera