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

notepad. “It’s

Enter title…

“A fake?” Anton asks.

rapidly. “Hang on. Let

where he had scribbled Alex’s number earlier. His

and the paper for a few moments,

This isn’t

not good?” Anton’s

gave you, Abby, isn’t the real Alex’s number. It’s

can feel the tension knotting up in my

so stupid. I must have clicked the wrong link,” Karl confesses, showing us his phone

similar to a locally renowned journalism

It looks like the

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