Chapitre 55: Trapped by the devil [3]

The morning began in uproar inside an entire floor filled only with unaligned desks stacked with disorganized papers and folders, monitors blinking, keyboards clacking from fingers typing nonstop, heels hitting the stark white tiled floor running from here and there when a young girl slid past the entrance in a hurried manner and shouted atop her lungs.

"BIG SCOOP!! THE SOLE HEIR OF DV GROUP AND THE FOURTH HEIR OF HORIZON FOUGHT OVER AN OMEGA!!"

Her words echoed through the entire room. The heels tapping the tiles halted, and the fingers rapidly pressing the tiles on the keyboards froze as though they were caught in a time freeze. Heads turned to the young girl who was in her early twenties, an apprentice under a not-so-well-known journalist, with tired faces filled with bags under their eyes and wrinkled lines from lack of sleep.

A moment of silence settled. Then, in a blink, the place exploded with words bombing the news bearer.