She was already awake even before the break of dawn, unable to contain her excitement about her interview. She kept telling herself that the only reason she was pursuing this story was that it was a good story and nothing else.
However, her consciousness was nagging at her. It kept insisting that she had another ulterior motive for wanting this story so bad. And, it had nothing to do with the story.
"Where is he?" She mumbled to herself as she waited for him in the lobby of the building where he told her to meet him last night.
She looked at her watch and realized that he still had more than ten minutes to spare before their scheduled appointment. He was not yet late, but she was just early and impatient.
She could still remember the scene last night after she left him and went to her car. She just barely revved up her engine when her phone suddenly rang. It was an unknown number, but she already suspected who it might be.
Thanks.