Austine might have reached a dead end. As a journalist, she wanted to write news that meant something, that would be a catalyst for change. But all she was given were sensational stories. Things take a turn for the worse as one of the cases drops her down the rabbit hole. She uncovers crimes, murder, deceit, and lies. With one man who could be the key to the one thing she sought for. Will she discover the families who run Evershire?
It is noon. Sunbeams seethe through the blinds left half open. They say it is to let the light in, yet all it seems to do is reveal the dust and clutter that gathers in the office. Although it is almost missed by the naked eye, someone still seems to be bothered by it.
"Atchoo!"
A sneeze rips through the room, amidst the clacking of typewriters and tearing of pages for this week's issue.
"Ethan! Can you tell Mr. Hoffman to bring a feather duster in here? I like digging up dirt as much as the rest of you, but dust? The things trying to kill my sinuses!"
She rubs her nose and sneezes again. Her brunette hair slowly comes down from her high ponytail strand by strand as her sneezes continue.
"Tough luck, Austine. If your lucky, the dust might just kill you first before the widow you exploited for a saucy story does."
The man snickers as he dips into his pocket and hands her a handkerchief with the initials "E.S." on the bottom left. He looked clean-shaven and his eyes a tinge of green, a perfect contrast to his dark hair with strands of white.
"I know she killed her husband! I got a gut feeling about these kinds of things." She grabs the napkin from his hand and proceeds to blow her nose. A look of disgust and bemusement falls on the man's face at the sight of her snot.
"Take advantage of that gut feeling before someone pulls your guts right out of you."
As they bantered, the head office door swung open with a loud thud. A woman with dark hair in all black marches outside with tears streaming down her grief-stricken face.
"How dare you!" She points a finger at the woman on the desk. "I loved Abe. He's been the only man I ever laid with. We've been married for three years, the happiest I've ever been in all my life!"
"Happier than the moment you cashed in that sweet life insurance?
Lady, he was in his seventies with heart problems and you're in your twenties with the curves of an hourglass. Clearly, his time was up when he crossed paths with you."
"You bitch!"
The woman storms off with a huff.
"Some people can't handle the truth!" Austine raises her hands and stretches.
"You mean your truth?" Ethan interjects.
"Same thing."
Just then, a man steps out of the office. He's dressed in a worn-out three-piece suit with lines accentuating his already lengthy legs. His years are etched on his head and a five o'clock shadow covers his jaw. He inspects the latches on the door. One of the rusty screws came loose. The woman who walked out seemed to have ripped the door off its hinges.
"Great. A screw loose."
"I think the other screw just ran off, Mr. Hoffman."
Austine nudged Ethan and they burst out in laughter.
"You couldn't have bothered the woman a week after the funeral?"
The man sighs as he tries to put back the screw on the hinge with his nail.
"It was the most opportune time!"
"We have different ideas when it comes to the right time then. For example, I don't think it's the right time to interview a widow on the day of her husband's funeral."
He then rubs the temples of his head." Damn it, I know you're persistent and I admire you for it, Az. But can you please lay off the grieving next time?"
"Fine. If she did kill him though, I get dibs on the next case."
"Nice try. No more interviewing."
The man walks inside his office and shuts the door gently behind him. However, the door teeters off the side and hangs by the hinges on the bottom. A small gaping hole on the door frame provides a perfect view into his office as he sits and stares straight at Austine.
"That man is lucky his articles sell like hotcakes or I would've had to file for bankruptcy from all the cases against him."
He grumbles under his breath. With a pen in hand, he signs off on another paycheck entitled to the Rebel magazine's lawyer, Ethan Swerling.
"Hey Ethan, come in here and get your cheque!"
Ethan then stands up from his desk and winks at Austine before he enters the office.
"As long as you keep writing, the checks keep flowing. Ain't that right, Azzie?"
"Keeping you fed since 1943."
She shoots him a smile and finger guns.
They chuckle. He then sits in the steel chair inside the office across from Mr. Hoffman.
"Here's your check for that slander trial Az got herself into. It's almost a miracle how you keep pulling her out of messes like that."
"Technicalities, Hoffman. Plus, the dame can charm her way out of any situation." Ethan smirks as he flips open his lighter and lights up a cigarette.
"Taking a liking to her, I see. That might be a conflict of interest one day."
"The job is the job. Money is money." He puffs out a cloud of smoke and snuffs it out on the coffee cup on the table.
"Typical corporate sleaze as always." Hoffman rolls his eyes and hands him the check.
"Hey, before I get going. A little bird told me something, although you didn't hear it from me."
"What is it?"
"Some drug deal is about to go down somewhere. Not exactly sure where but it's best you ignore any tip-offs to the location. Things might get heated and we should leave it to the cops. Again, didn't hear it from me."
He then struts out of the office and stuffs the check in his chest pocket. "I'll be seeing you real soon, Hoffy."
"Not too soon, hopefully." Hoffman then chucks the whole coffee cup in the bin.
As soon as Ethan leaves, Austine bursts through the doors.
"Careful!" Hoffman shouts.
The door creeks for a moment and then stops. Before Hoffman could sigh in relief, a loud crash rings out and the door falls to the floor.
"Well, it was already falling apart when I opened it.
Anyways, I didn't mean to eavesdrop but..."
"I saw your ear through the gaping hole your interviewee left on my door. Now, that hole is the size of my door frame, oddly missing the door part."
"Past is Past, Hoffy. So where is this drop-off that Mr. Lawyer-man was talking about?" She then placed her arm on his desk and stared at him curiously.
"I don't know. Even if I did, I won't tell you." He then reached inside his drawer to get the case files available at the time.
"None of that boring, case closed, petty thieves, or troubled housewife cases." She lets out a groan as he places the files on his desk. "Where is the mystery? The suspense! The life for crying out loud!"
"I think you have the crying out loud part, seeing as that you troubled a grieving widow."
Austine grumbles under her breath.
"I know she did it."
"You don't have the proof. We aren't detectives. You'll write what's given to you with the facts laid out."
"Trendy articles don't win Pulitzers, Hoffy. We both know that." She stares solemnly at the cases. Each one of them was raunchier than the next. The cases were nothing new with the typical sensational headlines that seem to make even the dullest of stories alluring.
"Ah yes, local farm ranch owner Abe dies from a sudden heart attack, leaving widower and newcomer Desiree the estate and land. She definitely had nothing to do with it." Her voice was higher in pitch to make her sarcasm ever more apparent.
"I remember all the cases on that pile and that's not one of them.
I need you to focus on giving me articles, Az. It doesn't matter if they're your run-of-the-mill news. Journalists don't automatically get a Pulitzer-winning article on their first try."
"But I need a story that's alive."
"They are all lives, Az. They may be ordinary ones but it's the beauty of being a writer. It's up to you to add some intrigue.
Now choose one and get going."
He then shoved the stack of cases toward her and escorted her out of his office.
Chapter 1 The Journalist and the Magazine
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Chapter 2 The Deceptive Heiress
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Chapter 3 Down the Velvet Vine
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Chapter 4 A world of addiction
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Chapter 5 Leads in the Forest
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Chapter 6 A Strange Misunderstanding
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Chapter 7 Unraveling Deception: The Truth Behind Elizabeth's Disappearance
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Chapter 8 A Captivating Story Finds a Way
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Chapter 9 Confessions
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Chapter 10 A New Case
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Chapter 11 Our Paths Have Crossed
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Chapter 12 Fate Works In Mysterious Ways
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Chapter 13 Don't cross the Greene family.
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Chapter 14 Who am I
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Chapter 15 In the Sleepless Night
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Chapter 16 You're friends with him
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Chapter 17 Hide!
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Chapter 18 Lucky, Is What I Would Call It.
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Chapter 19 Are You Someone I could Trust
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Chapter 20 The Things I Know
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Chapter 21 Trust Me
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Chapter 22 Looks Can Be Deceiving
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Chapter 23 Inside His Mind.
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Chapter 24 She Needs Me
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Chapter 25 His Father
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Chapter 26 The Lawyer By Choice.
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Chapter 27 A Shoulder To Cry On.
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Chapter 28 The Pot Calling The Kettle Black
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Chapter 29 Crumbling Castle
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Chapter 30 She's Not Mine To Keep
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Chapter 31 Locked Up.
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Chapter 32 Escaping the Castle
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Chapter 33 The Man Who Managed to Get Under Her Skin
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Chapter 34 Contrasting Worlds
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Chapter 35 Behind the Facade.
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Chapter 36 Inside the Vents.
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Chapter 37 It Might Be Permanent
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Chapter 38 His Promise
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Chapter 39 Meddling In Personal Affairs
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Chapter 40 This Will Not End Well.
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