"Breaking news!"
"A professional and well-known fictional writer, Martina Green was found unconscious at the West Forest that was believed to be the territory of legendary creatures- the werewolves."
"She is strangely unharmed, said the authorities and they have no lead at this moment. For further updates, please stay tuned, and good day to our dearest viewers."
The sound of the television echoed around the well-ventilated office but no one reacted about it except for a woman who looked like a mess.
"Tina! Oh, my beloved friend, Tina! Why did you leave me yesterday? I should have met my one and only man in my life!"
She cried like a hungry infant who needed a bottle of milk. Her workspace was filled with used, wet tissue paper that scattered throughout the table and to the floor.
It was a piece of the sad news that terrified the nation's peace. It caused a lot of pain to the people who knew her very well especially to her parents who couldn't still believe that their daughter was found unconscious.
But according to the police's investigation, Martina Green drove a different way and they speculated that she lost her way back home.
"Hey, crying lady! Aren't you going to the hospital?" spoke a man who was wearing eyeglasses. He was tall, tanned skin and with curly, golden-brown hair.
"I don't know where the cops brought her, for heaven's sake! And I feel like a worthless friend of Martina for doing nothing the whole time!"
She gulped, took another blow, and threw the tissue into the trash bin filled with plastic cups. "And why did you ask my opinion, Mr. Wilson?"
He sighed, rubbed the back of his head. He was secretly admiring Martina but she only saw him as one of her co-workers, nothing more, nothing else.
His calm, yet fascinating hazel eyes laid on her and she noticed that he seemed unhappy and sincerely cared for her best friend.
"Look at the news, Dalia." he coldly told her and vanished like a flash of lightning.
She didn't waste any second, faced the computer screen and wiped off the tissue, and let it fall into the floor like origami.
Heavily, she took a breath that almost took away the oxygen of her body. She quickly checked the website of the station that was first aired Martina's case.
Like an eager lion, Dalia Feints scrolled down and looked for the latest update until she found it successfully. "I need a short break today!" she murmured and silently watched the latest news.
"According to the investigation, Martina Green collapsed because of the cold weather last night. It was quite strange said the experts regarding the weather's conversion. Mary Green, the victim's mother has already transferred her daughter to St. Luis Medical Hospital."
"St. Luis- bingo! That is one block away from here!"
Like a phoenix who was reborn, she hailed and quickly shut the computer down. Dalia is the daughter of the writing and publishing company where she chose to work with and she has the privilege to do everything she wanted.
"But wait! Should I tell Aga that I'll be leaving now?" she whispered into the cold wind caused by the air conditioner.
"Tell me about?"
Suddenly, Aga Wilson, head writer and editor of the company appeared from behind that startled her to death. Dalia touched her chest and looked away for a second.
But he walked closer to her, slid his hands on his pocket and she found it cool and perfect. "I won't tell your father, Ms. Feints." he intimidatingly said and tucked away a few strands of her hair to the back of her ears.
Dalia swallowed greedily, closed her round, emerald eyes, and cherished the close minute with her ultimate crush. She smelled his white sleeve until she felt a painful spur-of-the-moment.
"Wake up, Ms. Feints! You are in an office and you are not allowed to embrace your superiors. Do you understand?"
He created a story that caught their co-workers' attention. They all gasped, shook their head in disbelief, and thought that she acted like a spoiled brat all over again during office hours.
She raised her eyebrows at him, gritted her teeth and she said, "What the hell are you talking about? I… I didn't even try to harass you, for pete's sake you are undeniably unbelievable!"
"See you on the first floor, Dalia!" he winked at her and quickly ran back to his VIP-like office.
"I HATE YOU SO MUCH, WILSON! I WILL DO EVERYTHING TO RUIN YOUR REPUTATION AND MY DAD WILL NEVER TRUST IN YOU ALL OVER AGAIN!"
Dalia burst out but no one dared to talk back to her. Everyone who heard everything didn't utter a single phrase or it would be the end of their contact in the Feints Writing and Publishing Company.
She was breathing heavily like a furious dragon that was ready to blow a burning, dreadful chalice of fire.
Annoyingly, Dalia Feints leave her dirty cubicle and told one of the cleaners to clean and dispatch everything to her table.
"By the way, here take this!"
The old woman shook her head as she couldn't accept any tip, especially from the CEO's daughter. It was strictly prohibited but Dalia was too persistent as she put the money inside of her pocket.
She winked mischievously then placed her index finger to her red lips. She said, "Don't tell my dad that I sneak out during office hours, do you understand?"
Her emerald eyes filled with authority that would intimidate anyone effortlessly. "Y- yes, Madam! I will keep my words!" the old woman said frighteningly.
Until a wide smile flashed into her bright face and the cleaner hurriedly walked into her cubicle that seemed like a garbage place.
She shrugged her shoulders, glanced up at the wall clock for a second. "It's pretty perfect to visit a patient at this hour," she murmured and flipped her hair like a renowned celebrity.
While everyone was too occupied by the given tasks, Dalia snuck out from the office wearing expensive, rare glasses that belong to her collections.
She quickly went onto the ground floor, looked for her car but before she could open the door, a red car appeared in front of her.
"What the hell is your wrong with you?" she annoyingly asked.
But the moment she took off her glasses, Dalia stumbled upon caused by the good-looking man who stepped out from the driver's seat gracefully.
"Do you want a ride with me?" he murmured that fascinated her like a teenager, innocent young girl who knew nothing about love.