Abby

“Excuse me, I don’t mean to interrupt,” I say, offering ‘Alex’ a tense smile as I walk up to her and Anton. “I

just need to speak with Anton for a moment.”

“Um, sure,” Alex says, scribbling something else on her notepad. “Take your time.”

Throwing her another grin, I snatch Anton by the arm and signal for Karl to follow. I lead them to a

secluded corner of the kitchen, away from the prying ears of the mysterious ‘journalist’. My heart pounds

in my chest.

“Is everything okay, Abby?” Anton asks, looking a little pale. “I hope I did not say the wrong things—”

“No, Anton, you were great,” I whisper, glancing over my shoulder at Alex, who is staring at the

scribbling furiously on her notepad. “It’s the

Enter title…

“A fake?” Anton asks.

it rapidly.

where he had scribbled Alex’s number earlier. His eyes

screen and the paper for a few moments, his

god. This isn’t

good?” Anton’s eyes are

Abby, isn’t the

be?” I can feel the tension knotting up in my stomach, making

stupid. I must have clicked the wrong link,” Karl confesses,

locally renowned journalism

looks like the

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