The Deal We Never Made

son'

nd, Madison?" Harold's voice echoed loudly through the newsroom

ing their attention to me. This led to rumors and endless whispers being passed aroun

ipping the side of my desk. "I did m

ut of my article as if it was a weapon of some sor

ng the truth," I retorted angr

tension and choke on it. Mobiles rang, type-writers clicked and all around

rning. "Did you have any concept what sort of scenario you've just triggered? Ethan Blackwell doe

o the newsroom flew open, and banged against the walls. Eyes widened and lips p

as. Ethan

business suit, his eyes hissed with resentment. His polished shoe

buckle. He was even more intimida

said, his tone a dee

t but, despite the adrenaline, I ha

usual, he was taking up all the space; physically

he asked, in a calm tone, too calm. And

back down. " I just brough

elling the truth?" No. It is more directly about you writing the l

backed by evidence," I said,

dence that won't hold up when I'm through with you. Do yo

ms were clammy, but I clenched them into fists at my side

ed. "You'll regret th

than he went out, and the

newsroom and I dismissed it. My ha

s Harold, my editor looking uncomfo

started with h

hat was

not happy. I have been informed that Blackwell's team is consulting its

ir against the tiled floor was loud

with me. "Madison, you're a good journalist, but this ... t

ving up because the pressure is too much? Letting

s bigger than you, Mad

my pulse roaring in my ears. "You're making

"Please leave your badge o

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harassed as different thoughts ran through my mind with most dominant being. As I had

intended to do which was to calm my head down. The barista gave me

day?" s

, wrapping my fingers around t

now. After all, Ethan was powerful, but I had facts, solid, ob

uzzed agai

of me!" She exploded the second I ans

truth," I replied, though

know you're hell bent for a revenge but min

"Let him come. I ha

r tone softening. "You've worked too hard to

ugh she couldn't s

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rough the city. The lights blurred as exhaustion

ed onto the couch, staring at the ceiling. My phone buz

impending legal action ag

x of fear and resolve

nly the be