My Love Or Job

e a bright red. My reflection off the mirror I had taken from my drawer stared back at me with thorn-sharp eyes that were two pools of black lava threatening to boil over. I took note of t

fice with a folder full of stories I was confident were Hunch Spotter-worthy. He had liked the insider information I claimed I had on Ryder Fleming’s abusive marriage and was ready to give my hunch a shot. He gav

opper eyes anywhere but at eye-level. He had this smirk on his thick, pale lips that irked me. Mahoney cou

nd audio notes are all what we work with to publish a story,”

erest. He tried to let me know in the way his hand lingered when he shook my hands, in the way he tried to keep the conversation going when he sent direct messages to me under

relished poking holes in that ballooned confidence of his when I turned him down. Since then, Mahoney had gone full jerk on me, assigning me to the toughest stories with the shortest deadlines

ed to California with an inbox full of rejection mails from the Idaho Post and a growing interest in tabloids. Frank Dudley, the editor at Celeb Xtra, ran the story of how Snow was running a sex cult under th

er meet’, was the man Seth wanted me to run a story on. For the next one month, I’d be playing Hunches’ insider at the Snow's estate in Los Altos Hills, with five other female students intern