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Cade walked over to his desk. The buzz from the office had faded as the staff had begun to trickle out and go home over the last few hours. It wasn't strange for him to be here so late as he has a few submitted stories to review for later editions of the paper now that the next day's edition was available. Then after that, of course, he had his own notes and stories to review--his side work he didn't typically work on during work hours as he didn't want it to affect his duties. Cade grabbed the mug off his desk and drank but quickly pulled the cup away as the coffee he'd grabbed earlier had gone cold. He hadn't realized where the time had gone that day. Disappointed, he placed the mug back on his desk and turned around when he heard a soft knock behind him. There stood a young intern with big eyes, probably frightened that he had to speak directly to one of the Editors for the first time--or Cade assumed the first time as he didn't recall the face or the name. 'I--I was told to drop this off to you, sir.' Cade smiled and nodded, approaching the door and grabbing the file the intern was holding out to him.

"Thank you." He spoke as he opened it to flip through a selection of photographs from the Photographer for him to review. However, he stopped and looked up with only his eyes and realized the intern was still standing there. "It's getting late. You can probably go home now." Cade spoke again with a smile, and the intern nodded his head and scurried away. He chuckled slightly. Sometimes it had felt as if he'd been an intern only yesterday trying to prove himself and show he hadn't just been hired because his mother had been a reporter. Cade looked back through the file, photographs for various stories that he'd planned to put in the editions for the day after next, and finding the right one for the front page. He'd started pacing a bit until he ended up standing and facing his desk with his back toward the door, though turning when he heard a knock again. But not the soft one from before, this one much louder.

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Beatrice was at the Prophet late, again, as was normal for her. Ever since the Quidditch explosions, Bea had found herself often staying late at the office, working and editing her own pieces to the high standard of perfection she demanded of herself. Perhaps it was her Ravenclaw nature coming out, but that’s just who she was. Re-reading her article on the new coach of the Appleby Arrows, she finally judged it to be perfect and sat back in her chair with a contented sigh. Rubbing her fingers against her temples in a circular motion, Bea closed her eyes and just sat there for a few moments. This was something new Bea was trying; she was always on the go, ready to jump into something at a moments notice. This year she was trying to take a few minutes of her day and just...do nothing. It was proving very difficult.

Snapping her eyes back open, Beatrice stretched her arms over her head, and picked up her article. Time to deliver it over to Cade, a former classmate of hers a year ahead in Ravenclaw, who was now the Senior Editor of the Daily Prophet. They had always been fairly competitive with each other, but Beatrice found it to be a very healthy competition. There were no cheats, tricks and lies to make the other look bad, just two Ravenclaws trying to be the best in their jobs. Oh, and there was the time after the Christmas party a few years ago where Bea had woken up in his bead, but that happened sometimes! And...a few more times after that, most recently in the days following the Quidditch explosions. Bea had needed alcohol, and Cade had kept her company. When you mix the two together...things tend to happen.

Beatrice left her cubicle and made a beeline for Cade’s office, stopping only once to let a scared intern scuttle away. With a small smirk, Bea knocked loudly on his office door twice before just letting herself in. “Scaring the interns again?” she quipped, before setting her article down on his desk with a flourish. “New piece on the new coach for the Arrows; seems like they’re going through coaches like Hogwarts went through Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers,” she added, chuckling a little at her own joke.

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The loud knock, as he quickly discovered, came from Beatrice. A confident knock like that wouldn't have come from an intern, though with this one, he was surprised she hadn't knocked louder to get his attention. Their friendship spanned nearly two decades. Though he'd been a year ahead of her at school, they'd always gotten along well in that good-natured competitive way. As his mother had done many years ago, she reported on Quidditch, which also interested him as he had played in the past, but he preferred the bigger headlines. She was an excellent reporter, however. How many times Cade had tried to convince her to report the news instead but to no avail--yet. They talked about this and that often, but even if things did happen now and then between them, he didn't make it a habit seeing as there had to be some separation due to their work. That hadn't stopped them after the Quidditch Final after calming their nerves with some whiskey and company and comfort, but fortunately, out of all the people he could have ended up with after that first Christmas party, she was the one that wouldn't make it weird.

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Most of the interns were shy and nervous, and the rest of them overzealous and loud. Few fell in the middle where they might have done a bit better. "It's not me they're scared of, its the title." He corrected, closing the file in his hand. He could finish this later as there were only a few more pictures to sort out, and he placed the folder on his desk, picking up the one she dropped off. Cade shook his head a bit, "Well, that must explain why I seem to get a story about this team at least four times a week." He smiled back, opening the file and glancing at the article right in front before closing it and placing it back on his desk. He'd review it later, just another usual long night for him. His mind had also been preoccupied as of late. Finding out about certain events and Ouroboros activity had left him mildly unsettled, especially since he was limited in his actions. Leaning against his desk to face her, he crossed his arms casually. "So." He paused a moment, they could talk about work, but a break was always. "How are you doing?" He conversed mainly with the older reporters, the one who remembered when he was a reporter and not the editor. It was more challenging with the younger crowd.

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Beatrice snorted; she had worked with Cade long enough that she felt comfortable around him, and didn’t have to hide her snort. “Sure, it has nothing to do with your devilishly handsome good looks. All you have to do is smile at one of them and their insides simply melt,” she said in a mock-teasing tone. She knew that somewhere in that brain of his, Cade knew he was a good looking man. Even though she never had romantic feelings towards him, Bea wasn’t blind after all. She also took notice of little things, like a certain few interns who would try to wear lower cut tops when he was in the office, whispering like schoolchildren in corners where they thought no one saw him, and then there were the fits of giggles whenever he did walk into the main reporters area. Personally, Beatrice found it hilarious.

“Oh ha ha,” she retorted, rolling her eyes at his comment about the Arrows. “You know it’s because I’m one of the best Quidditch correspondents we’ve got, and I have dedication and commitment to making my team look good,” she added with a smirk. The smirk faded into a contemplative expression as he asked how she was. That seemed to be a loaded question given the events of this years World Cup. Even months after, it felt like they had nothing new to report - just an accident. Beatrice’s investigative feelers were tingling though, and she was still quite sure there was more to it then that. “I’m as good as I can be, considering that there’s been no news about the investigation since the ‘accident’,” she said finally, putting accident in air quotations. “How about you? How are you doing while locked up in here?” she asked him. She had been pretty distraught after the explosions, and Cade had been the one to comfort her… in more ways than one. Beatrice still cared about his well being though, and could see how exhausted he looked.

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Cade gave her a look when she snorted, an obvious sign of her disagreement but then rolled his eyes when she spoke again. Cade wasn't obvious to his appearance or what people may have thought about it. It wasn't something he dwelled on unless he needed something from someone. It also didn't help that he was just a naturally sociable person. "Really? Is that from experience?" Cade grinned after speaking. After this many years, they were close friends. Though as she was admitting noticing his own looks, he could admit to having noticed hers. She'd always been pretty, at least he thought so--he wasn't blind either. "What about that intern that is supposed to work with Slater but still brings you coffee every day?" As much as he was in his office, his door was always open, and he was out talking to his staff and getting facts straight and assignments updated. Just because he was an Editor didn't mean he didn't notice the happenings in the office.

Cade agreed with her, he knew his staff was full of talent, and he would have been silly to think otherwise. There was always the internal struggle--he missed just being a reporter sometimes, but he liked the power he had in this position. If there was one thing, he was known for aside from his dashingly good looks, it was his tendency to micromanage certain stories he took an interest in, much to the chagrin of whoever it had been assigned to. Over the years, he had improved on taking a step back, but nobody was perfect. Both their expressions shifted, this year hadn't been an easy one, and no smile was ever going to hide the uncertainty they all constantly felt. Ever since he'd met Parvati and her friends, he'd learned more than he ever imagined, and it was troubling.

Cade sighed. "Accident". The air quotes were appropriate, but it wasn't a fact that was ready for the public just yet. "The Ministry is....not letting anything leak this time." He shook his head. It had been lucky that one of his staff was the brother of an Auror, though last he'd heard that Auror wasn't in a position to have any vital information even if she had wanted to. Now they were more locked down than ever on information, much to their dismay. Cade looked at her, there was much on his mind, but much he didn't tell her. Though at times he knew he wasn't doing a good job hiding it when one knew you for that long, every little change in body language hinted at something. "Just doing what I can. As much as I want to be chasing leads out there again, somebody has to keep this place running." He responded with a half-smile. Though at least one thing that troubled him, he could at least share with her. He frowned slightly before speaking "I was surprised to hear about the Christmas party." Another large scale event just after what had happened this past summer, but with who would be in attendance--it wasn't something they could miss. "I suppose I'll have to go. You probably should too." She had a good eye for things, observing.

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Beatrice rolled her eyes, but hid a smile. “Oh yes you know me, my favorite pastime is giggling over the boys I work with,” she told him sarcastically. She had a feeling Cade wasn’t that oblivious to his looks, but it amused her that he didn’t fully realize the effect he had on some of the interns. “Peter just is a sweet kid who happens to know how I like my coffee,” she exclaimed, holding her hand to her chest in mock indignation. Of course, sometimes Peter tried to linger at her cubicle after delivering her coffee, which annoyed Bea when she was working, but he was harmless. Or...mainly harmless, she felt.

Beatrice let out an exhale of frustration. Of course the Ministry was keeping this tight to the belt. They had joyfully exclaimed that they had FINALLY killed Elaine Dupree, as if there weren’t others to be worried about. If her instincts were correct, Elaine and the Purifiers certainly had something to do with what happened at the World Cup. Whether Elaine was really alive and pulling the strings, or someone else had stepped into the leadership role she didn’t know. She did know when you cut off the head of a snake, two more grow in its place. “Do they really think keeping the public in the dark is a good thing? They were quick to let us know that they had killed Elaine after all. Are we only supposed to report the good things the Ministry is doing? What is this, 1995 all over again?” Beatrice had been born about a month before the Ministry finally had admitted Voldemort was back, after a year of suppression, but she had of course read all about it. The Ministry had used the Prophet as its’ own personal mouthpiece, which was something Bea did not agree with.

Beatrice blinked twice when Cade mentioned that the Christmas party would go on as planned. It was December first, so she supposed it was natural that holiday plans would be revealed around now. “I can’t believe the year is almost over; it feels like both the longest and shortest year of my life,” she admitted with a chuckle. “Well I suppose if you attend I better be there. You know, to protect you from the gaggle of interns trying to get you a refreshed beverage with the hopes that you’ll accidentally stop under the mistletoe,” she teased, nudging his shoulder with her hand playfully.

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Cade grinned slightly and shook his head. He wasn't the kind of guy that ever felt awkward with people though some might have felt awkward with him. Whether it was his position as the Editor or his 'good looks' as Beatrice pointed out, sometimes when he spoke to his staff, he could sense their apprehension. At some point, there wasn't much he could do aside from trying to be friendly and personable and hopefully not give them a reason to feel that way. Fortunately, with Beatrice, it wasn't the type of friendship that was ever awkward. If he was honest, it was nice to have someone he could be so frank with. Naturally, he didn't talk about all the details of things, whether it was the paper or his own life but enough. Cade gave Beatrice a look, slightly tilting his head and his eyebrows slightly raised. Cade knew what it was like to have a crush, and he'd gotten far in his field because, at times, he could read people, and he was just explaining what he had observed.

This year had been rare in the sense of the Ministry was incredibly careful with their information. It was only by chance he'd found some information that had led him to a group of people that worked behind the scenes. He'd been amazed he hadn't heard of it before, but now he was part of it himself, and what they had told him had shocked him enough to need to take a seat after standing for a while. Beatrice asked a good question, and he took a step back to lean against the edge of his desk. One arm went across his chest while his other hand and fingertips went to his chin. There was a delicate balance to reporting information. On the one hand, the public should be aware so the powers couldn't hide behind their authority, and on the other hand, there was the risk of creating panic before the full story was known. It was why Cade hadn't used the information he had. It was part of his stress--the fine line he had to walk. "I think the Ministry is suffering from an image problem." Cade thought out loud. She brought up the actions of the government and media during the last war. They had all studied it during school and knew the events, but it was a common tactic historically that one didn't see until they were out of it.

"Unless you have some solid proof, I would tread carefully. The last thing we need is to be cut off completely." Cade responded quickly, the relationship with the Ministry of Magic was an important one, but he was not about to sit back and be a puppet either. "That being said, if you do happen to hear something, you know, I'm more than happy to look into it." It was half the duty he felt to the paper and the people and the other half to be useful to Ouroboros. It was an idea he could stand behind gladly, even if the Ministry considered it vigilante behavior. The conversation shifted to a lighter note, the Christmas Party. Cade didn't mind these events though he was expected to make an appearance. He'd have reporters there, naturally, mingling and listening to the gossip since that was the advantage of having so many of the Magical and Muggle community in the same place for a short time. Cade dropped his arms with a slight chuckle and shake of his head. The interns, of course. He tried his best to be professional and cordial as he should be, but that behavior could be easily misconstrued. "Well then, I consider myself grateful you're willing to have my back." He said with a bit of a smirk, and he supposed it wouldn't be a Christmas party if he didn't bump into her.

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Beatrice nodded. “Of course, I’m not an idiot. These are purely speculations between two friends who work together, for now,” she told him. Beatrice believed in the integrity of journalism, and wouldn’t run away with a story based on pure speculation. That’s what caused insurgences, and she had seen it happen before in Muggle politics. Speculation turned into battle cries, which turned into violence. That was the last thing Wizarding Britain needed, especially if she was right and Elaine Dupree really wasn’t dead. Or, if she was really dead, someone had certainly taken up her mantle and wasn’t planning on just letting the Purifiers mission die.

“Always,” she replied with an incline of her head and a small smile. Cade wasn’t the type to lead a girl on, but sometimes certain people could take words and actions to mean something completely different than originally intended. Beatrice paused, then moved around his desk, looking pointedly at his bottom drawer that she knew held Cade’s secret whiskey stash. “Break out the good stuff Cade. No offense, but you look like you could use a drink right now,” she told him bluntly, returning to the front of the desk and sitting down in a chair nearby. Merlin, she could use a drink right now as well, what with all these secrets and withheld information by the Ministry.

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Cade nodded. If he was honest, it was a relief he had someone in his business he could talk honestly to. It wasn't rare for a journalist to speak to another and have information taken and used in their own material--but it was a consequence of being careless. Still, integrity was important, and ensuring the accuracy that was promised was being delivered, especially when it came to reporting about the Ministry. "The thought has crossed my mind a time or two, things feel....uncertain." There wasn't quite a word that was able to express how he felt. There was the "before" where he had his assumptions and ideas much as Beatrice did and the "after" of where he knew the truth but couldn't share it. "You sound like you have a theory?" He was curious about her conclusions, a conversation between friends as she had said.

She made her way to the other side of his desk and opened the drawer he expected she might go for, and he grinned. It was after hours, and the office was mostly empty, not that anyone would have cared. He moved to the other side of his desk and sat down in his chair, and while she had the bottle, he pulled out two glasses from the drawer and placed them on the surface. "Well, it would be rude of me to refuse." He said almost playfully. It had been a long day, a long week, and a long year. Perhaps more was needed to calm his mind, but a glass of whiskey would do for the moment. He paused, and his facial expression changed, the end of the year was rough work-wise, but he wondered what--if anything, would change in the New Year. "You ever wonder if we could be doing more?" The Ministry had them just out of reach, and he knew why but wondered what the next step was.

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Beatrice gave a smirk and a little flip of her hair. “Of course I have a theory,” she said with a laugh. “Come on, you’ve known me for how long now?” she added teasingly, then turned serious. “I don’t think the Ministry caught Elaine at all when we reported they did. I think, despite her age, she’s far too smart to just magically wander somewhere that’s heavily patrolled by wizards. And her reported last words were ‘it’s not me you have the wrong person’? People brushed it off like it was a last ditch effort to spare her life. But, what if it wasn’t? What if Elaine had force-fed Polyjuice potion to someone and THEY died in her place?” Beatrice finished her rant with a wry chuckle. “It sounds ludicrous, insane even. But...I wouldn’t put it past her at all,” she said darkly. Elaine Dupree had made it clear to Beatrice at the very least that she would do anything to remain alive, including sacrificing someone else in her place.

Taking her glass of alcohol, Beatrice swirled it around in the glass before taking a slow sip. “It would be incredibly rude of you to refuse,” she agreed with a nod. She wondered what the interns would think if they saw the two of them in there, relaxed with a glass of whiskey in hand, almost like they were normal people! Beatrice tilted her head to one side, and busied herself with another sip of whiskey before responding. “Always.” It was a simple statement, but one that rang true. “Too bad we have to follow political red tape,” she added with a small scowl. She believed, though she was just a Quidditch correspondent, that people had a right to know what was going on, even if the news wasn’t all happy rainbows and sunshine.

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Cade liked hearing Beatrice's theories. She was incredibly observant--an important trait for a journalist. Over the years, he learned to get past a bit of his pride and learn to listen. A single perspective on a story was not good enough to tell a story. That kind of bias would make them unreliable. Their job was the report the facts. Cade grinned. His question was almost rhetorical--she was always eager to let him know what she thought. As she gave him a summary of her thoughts, his facial expression shifted to one of slight contemplation. When he'd been recruited that had come with certain information, and while he wasn't actually surprised, he had been still taken aback. He had avoided bombarding Parvati or others with questions as he was used to doing. He wanted to know more and more importantly why. Why was such information being kept from the public, why had the Ministry passed on such stories to the paper?

Cade nodded slightly. Moments like these, he had a part to play as much as he disliked having to do so. "That's....quite the theory." He knew, however, had he know been privy to some information, he most likely would have been in some agreement with Beatrice. "But, I think you're right on one point--I wouldn't put it past her either." It was a dark day, very grim, and they both had reacted as humans might when there was a tragedy and looking for any comfort or even a distraction. Cade sipped his whiskey, leaning back in his chair a bit and enjoying the calm of the office. He'd been promoted to Senior Editor just at the beginning of the previous year and had to handle the paper through several events during the Wizarding World. It was more than he'd seen while as a Junior Editor, though that was just grunt work more than anything. He chuckled in agreement. The unwritten rules, as it were, of the news and the government. They all walked the fine line as they fulfilled their promise to the people but kept the Ministry happy. "Indeed we do." It was the barrier to just reporting anything, but Cade's sense of justice tended to push against those rules. "Now, if some convincing evidence were to come to light....well, I suppose the Ministry can't really get in the way of that."

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Beatrice raised an eyebrow at Cade’s comment. It was obvious that Cade was hiding something from her; she could hear the alarm bells going off in his head. She wanted to scratch and poke at that barrier to get him to tell her everything he knew, but something stopped her. She’d known Cade since their school years at Hogwarts - almost twenty years of their lives. If he wasn’t saying something, then she knew it was for a good reason. She knew that in the times of Voldemort, there was some type of secret organization fighting against him, but that was the extent of her knowledge. She had no idea if it was still around, who was leading it or indeed who was involved whatsoever. It was frustrating, being a Muggleborn who entered Hogwarts so soon after the Second Wizarding War, because she had to go off of what her professors and wizarding classmates said, as it was too soon for the history books. Maybe if she kept her nose clean and kept digging, she’d one day learn more.

“If it comes to light, who is to say the Ministry wouldn’t suppress it?” Beatrice argued, taking another sip of her whiskey, finishing the glass. She grabbed the bottle and filled both of their glasses back up. “We need a Minister who has a more open-minded policy when it comes to the media. I get not wanting to create a panic, but at the same time, we all know what happened the last time the Ministry suppressed news about an evil wizard,” she said, rolling her eyes. Cornelius Fudge, what a disgrace to the post. Having suppressed the Prophet, indeed even getting them to write false stories about Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore, led to Voldemort and his supporters breaking into the Department of Mysteries, along with a bunch of teenagers, leading to the death of Sirius Black. “There’s a difference in not spreading a panic, and keeping the public informed of serious matters. If it was indeed Elaine Dupree back from the dead, they deserve to know.” Bea stated matter of factly. The whiskey was creating a pleasant buzz, but was also definitely loosening her lips a little bit.

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Her eyebrow raised in that inquisitive way it did when she saw something. Cade didn’t change his expression, it wasn’t difficult to hide certain things, and he certainly didn’t feel all that guilty for it. His only guilt lay in wishing he could tell the world what he knew, the truth. The implications of doing so, that domino effect easily kept that guilt at bay for him. Cade half expected Beatrice to push a bit at his vague response. He wasn’t typically a vague person. Reporting and writing couldn’t sit on a foundation that was anything less than reliable—well, at least that was the way it should be. And it was a goal he strived for at the paper, and fortunately, there had been very few times where he’d had to intervene on issues such as blatantly false statements or anything of the sort. Also, Cade knew to tread carefully. Knowing someone for twenty years provided an insight that nobody else really had with Cade.

Cade sipped his whiskey, listening to Beatrice’s suggestions. He agreed with her, and he might have pushed the issue himself with his position at the paper, but all that he knew from working within Ouroboros had taught him to be patient. There was a time and place for such things, and that was the mantra Cade held onto since he’d joined just shy of his promotion the previous year. He furrowed his brow and accepted the refilled glass. ”You know I don’t disagree with you on this. I’m sure they have a reason…” He sipped the whiskey and stared at the glass in his hand, slightly swirling the liquid around and watching it as he thought. ”Though I can’t think of anything that would make it excusable to hide such a thing—if it were true.” Despite everything, he was still a journalist. This wasn’t hiding some small scandal from the Minister in his private life. Hiding Elaine’s actual status from the public was inexcusable in his mind. He still operated that it was a theory from a colleague and not the fact that he knew it to be.

He leaned back in his chair a bit. ”Fortunately, there are many people here at the paper and also the Ministry that wouldn’t want the past repeated.” He added. It was a bit of a safeguard in a way, despite whoever was in power and whoever was around. Many people were the next generation of the last war’s heroes, or the soldiers themselves still lived among them with the memory of what they had gone through fresh in their minds. Cade knew he had the power now that he hadn’t had a decade before to also push back, but he and his fellow Ouroboros members needed to find the right time.

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Beatrice narrowed her eyes slightly; Cade was clearly holding something back from her. She knew about the Order of the Phoenix, the organization that helped bring down Voldemort not once but twice during the first two wizarding wars, but to the best of her knowledge, the Order had disbanded. She had no clue if any type of secret organization had risen up in its’ place to combat the Purifiers, but she supposed it would make sense. It would also explain why Cade couldn’t fully tell her everything, which she would understand. He wouldn’t be able to tell her either way if there WAS a secret organization, so now Bea’s mind was just spinning. “Politics, am I right?” Bea said finally, realizing she should say something before the silence dragged on for too long.

“Well I guess there’s not much else to do except wait for the Ministry to tell us what we need to know,” Bea admitted, sighing exasperatedly. That was certainly not what she wanted to do, but in these dangerous times it is what they could hope for. “Got any plans after work?” she asked him, checking her watch. It was already close to nine, which would be shocking for most professionals but Bea and Cade did normally find themselves at work later than everyone else. Which had naturally led to some clandestine escapades, but they were both consenting adults who could do what they wanted to!

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Again Cade held his expression. He knew Beatrice’s style and also her knack for being very observant. Any flinch on his part would make it clear that he was not telling her the whole story, and for two individuals who were trained to be as observant as they were and had known one another for this long—it was a challenge to get anything by her. It was the main challenge of his affiliation plus his work. The people around him possibly noticing something was a high risk all the time. For now, he nodded in agreement, politics certain complicated things. The bureaucracy often got in the way of his job and his simple goal of just wanting to report the news.

”We can do what we can. Maybe we get lucky on a lead or two.” It was usually how things panned out. And despite everything, if Beatrice or any of his journalists came to him with a big lead, he wasn’t going to shut it down. Delay slightly, perhaps to convene with Ouroborus and see how this could be used to their advantage but to stop it would go against everything he believed in. Unfortunately, Cade didn’t have the time he used to chase down things like that, though he did miss the adventure of it all. ”Nothing tonight.” He admitted. Maybe just reading up on smaller stories for the paper later in the week and seeing the photographs the photographers had submitted. ”What about you? I’m not keeping you from anything, am I?” Cade would survive if she had to leave, but he was thankful for the company.

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