cation. She'd written an article against Nehemiah, and as a journalist at a news agen

hat would make him look anything less than perfect. As a proverb went, "Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers." And as the c

an

nd of stir you've caused? How dare you ask me to publish something like this?" He pointed at the papers on the floor, anger and fear on his face as he continued

nd whatever impression he made on people, it wasn't usually a good one. Now, however, with his cheeks red with rage and mouth flapping open as he bellowed at Cara, he looked

is tirade, "But, these are facts. You've told me before that a journalist must have

o Cara, they represented a beacon in the industry, one of the places you could count on to report t

fusing. Where was the man who told her to have courage? His actions puzzled her... and frighten

t won't work. Go against someone like him?! Such a talent like you," he continued, sarcasm cutting through, "shouldn't

ecting her as well, her voice trembling as the re

ng a job at one of the leading agencies in the industry had been a dream come tru

ck

ed like a lifetime away now - Cara had thought the piece she'd written would propel her career forward. A promotion, a raise, an award, even a single word of congratulations; she'd thought she'd get somet

ow long you worked for it. She packed her things one by one, taking as long as she could without getting into trouble. Whe

oo

peered up, she saw lightning lance t

being flicked, rain began to pour down like a shower. Around her, pedes

, still holding her box of things, Cara fe

she didn't even notice a car gliding down th

where are

er shock and dizziness, and probably from how absentminded she'd gotten, her hands twitched and grew limp. All the folders

rom bending over to pick up the papers. "Why are you so carele

, and a passer-by might think the two women had known each other for a

in the same coquettish tone she'd used in her greeting. In the

car parked nearby and mad

er. Unfortunately, with all the stress she'd experienced, and with the rain and her exhaustion, she had no strength to push t

s slowly but surely pushed inside the vehicle. "

e calm confidence of the nameless woman, no one around thought the situation s

ed the pleasure of seeing

Cara could barely resist as her own exhaustion caught up with her. Soon

er eyelids droop. Whatever fear she felt was overwhelmed with a strange sense of comfort, and her nervousness bled away as she began to fall asleep. When she blinked her eyes open next, however, it wasn't the dimly lit, leather interior of the car

re a

ice, hoping that hearing her own

porter working at the

nt, quiet, yet immediately set Cara on alert. There were voices that r

tiger." The voice sounded almost

hen she was placed on his sofa. Without them, her eyes looked large, almost like a child's, and there was a watery shine to them that made her eyes look pure and ch

re not as complimentary. Seeing him, she instinctively shrunk into a corner

man. Did God just hate her today? After everything that happened, afte

sent back to her

his stare drag up and down her body, a playful look on his face as if th

andelier, he looked every bit li

is lips. "You have no idea how much I've missed the t