"I don't think he's going to call me," the sterofoam cup was almost empty and the distant sound of the alarm reminded me that it was time for work.
"His lost."
"You only say 'cause you're my best friend," I mimicked his tone with a smile. "I'm gonna hit the shower and thanks for the coffee."
"That's all you want me for."
"You know me so well, Freddykins.".
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This was one of the reasons I loved being a journalist. The sheer pleasure of writing and going undercover made me, me. It was the only that kept me sane coming from a family with five over protective brothers and a junkie for a mom.
"You're going to the Chanteau to get in sites on the Redfield's engagement to Beatrice Hemmings. Front page edition Saunders," Mr York had said. His tone was strict, though his underlying excitement was hard to hide. This was the story of the month and he didn't want me to screw it up.
Now I was sitting at the far back of the overly expensive restaurant thanks to the publishing house. My notepad and pen was already out to get the info I needed.
"You alright Allie?" Max's voice from the ear piece startled me a little.