She could film this and put it on the air for all I care. As long as I get my answers, I don’t give a damn.
The elevator doors opened, and he stepped out into a big, wide open room. There were cubicles everywhere, with offices around the edge of the room. Tom went to the left, knowing he was about to see Jess. He felt a strange sense of exhilaration and dread.
He stopped in front of an office and read the name on the plaque: Jessica Andrews, Senior News Reporter.
He knew she was inside. He knocked. There was the sound of someone inside: papers riffling, a chair rolling backwards, the sound of a sniffle. Footsteps.
The door opened, and Tom saw, for the first time in nearly a month, Jess. He felt his heart practically break again.
How could I be so stupid? How could I let mysel
