Evelyn and Adrian stepped into the bustling lobby of the Metro Times building. The receptionist, a woman with tired eyes and ink-stained fingers, looked up from her monitor, her initial curiosity giving way to a flicker of recognition as Evelyn gave Nina Vargas's name.
“Ms. Vargas is expecting you,” she confirmed, her voice slightly muffled by the thick glass partition. She made a quick call, her gaze lingering on Evelyn with a mixture of intrigue and perhaps a hint of concern. This wasn't the usual clientele for the Metro Times.
Within minutes, a young, harried intern with a stack of papers clutched in her hand led them through a labyrinth of desks and ringing phones. The newsroom was a hive of activity, even at this early hour.
Reporters hunched over keyboards, their faces illuminate
