INK AND INTRIGUE: A JOURNALISTS PURSUIT

t is its greatest virtue and its gre

he clatter of keyboards and the murmur of impassioned debates. Aisha Rodriguez went over the documents set on he

umped off the page Rich developer Victor Greystone ruled from city hall to the most dangerous areas of New York

e. From Leo, her source, it came an SMS: We are meeti

. She drew deeply, gathered her notes, and gently packed them

n-chief of "The Sentinel," blocked her path. His dominating prese

e that suggested both curiosity and conc

, Marcus," trying to keep her to

d up. "Mind

have to start with

mentarily. "Ok. Just use prudence. You

mined gaze, then she slid past him

he road behind the antique theatre. Aisha stepped closer, her heart thumpin

then came out f

me terrified. Aisha, you te

glancing around. "Did y

this website is there. emails, bank records, and a few lecture

ncreasingly strained. Leo, great work.

tious. Greystone wears e

aid cutting in. "I

. She turned to go after firmly putting the flash drive into her pocket

louder until a guy emerged from the darkness. Malik Thomas. His sharp e

ng here??" With h

voice said, "I could ask you the same t

ed at him. " I had this under

did." She fired back

o the alley. Victor Greystone. His chilly, analytical

d with bitterness. "What exactly we have here? Two

ness of the matter. Trapped between Greystone and Malik and with

," then positioned himself

n the dusk as he fired a handgun. He screamed, "An

hammer in her chest. She had to act fast. Her eyes straye

just started

r deep brown eyes, which mirrored a combination of panic and defiance. She could sense the vitality Malik brought from his tall, strong

d with bitterness. "What exactly we have here? Two

le things were. Trapped between Greystone and Malik and without

," then positioned himself

n the dusk as he fired a handgun. He screamed, "An

rt hammer in her chest. She had to act fast. Her eyes st

ed at her, "Don't d

resentment erupted. "I kept this

st in his voice, "Sure you

ley before she could respond. "This is enough small conv

knew. Her eyes met Malik's and they silently understood o

tter, and Aisha kicked it out; her adrenaline was running as she sank into the fight. Greystone resp

one, his biceps rippling beneath his shirt as he moved with grace and accuracy. She c

, but Aisha arrived quicker than him. She swung a close-by metal pipe with enormous

went to hold Greystone a

flash drive in her pocket acted as a constant reminder of the dangers in

sted "We have to get this story out before

hey returned to Malik's car. There was a real conflict between them, a

ervation-the neon lights reflected vivid colours on the car windows. Every shad

t," breaking the calm. "Greyst

n of approaching danger. "Yes, I am conscious. The evi

acial expression unknown. "Are you

t number. I'm doing this because justic

hing with respect. "then le

howed her a hidden office loaded with computers and documentation once she was insi

d around. "We have to verify the material, go

dly stared at her. "W

their hands and every glance they shared seemed to ignite. Despite the noise

ons. Not at the moment. Their lives re

h interrupted the silence. Guns drawn, maske

o her throat as she real

pulled her behind a desk as

as just gett