“who is that?” asks the news reporter, losing her control over her nonchalant usual-self
“and, what happened to you? are you okay?” asks a woman with sudden concern. Her tag flashes, Mizel.
“phew, I know the author. She wants to remain anonymous. She is at the-“ scoffs the woman with the name tag Zea
“Institute. I know” Amoli cuts her off
“seems like you are good in research. Good research!” Zea lets out a little chuckle
“the one who plants would know the seeds”
“What do you mean, ma’am?” Mizel asks, curious
“I. AM. THE. AUTHOR” she grunts through her gritted teeth. She could feel them dismiss her of insanity. For, what would they think of a blood-stained dressed woman, who seems clearly out of her mind? “well” she sighs “Aman” her eyes look at him and he looks back with confusion “
