Hottie off the press

“The redaction, I suppose this is it.” Said Loraine while grabbing the door handle. She entered the poorly lit room, decorated with only a few desks and a smudged whiteboard. “I swear, if this is another prank from Marc…”

Looking further around the room, she saw no sign of whomever send the note. Still, she decided to wait for a minute for her helper in need.

And then another minute.

And then two more.

And after five minutes, Loraine got frustrated. “This was a waste of time! Not showing up-!”

“Hello Loraine.” A raven-haired girl with short hair and black glasses spoke behind her.

“Christ almighty!” Loraine spun around and jumped back, reaching for her heart. “When did you get here?”

“Oh, I’ve been here the entire time. I just like watching people when they think they’re alone.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Loraine said confused and concerned.

“Because that’s when they show their secrets. You ironically didn’t show much, aside from the fact that you furiously scratched your ass three minutes ago.”

“Is this going anywhere?” Yelled Loraine indignantly, blushing a deep crimson.

“Right, of course.” Said the girl, readjusting her glasses. “From what I heard, you broke into the school drunk, tackled Mr. Bernard and then burned the teacher’s lounge, correct?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Well, I’ve seen an Instagram video of you at that party that night. And you were wasted, like ‘Thor-smashed-your-head-to-Asgard-and-back’ hammered. So not only do I guess that you don’t remember a thing from that night…”

“True…”

“…But you also couldn’t barely stand in that video. I find it somewhat unlikely that you could take down a man like Bernard.”

“Maybe, but that’s what happened, so…”

“I’m not convinced. I believe he faked is injury for insurance money.”

“So what?” Asked Loraine. “Even if he did, that would still leave me with the arson charge. It wouldn’t change a damn thing!”

“You’re not thinking about this hard enough.” Explained the girl. “No one but Bernard actually saw you burn the lounge. If he lied about his leg…”

“…Then he might be lying about the fire. Son of a bitch!” Said Loraine with anger, yet a minuscule amount of hope. If she could prove her innocence this might actually end her punishment. “Thank you, erm…”

“Lefebvre. Calixte Lefebvre.” The woman said. “By the way, this information didn’t come for free.

Loraine whispered to herself. “Of course it wouldn’t be this easy. What do you want?”

“I don’t know yet. Maybe an interview. Maybe some dirt. I need to sleep on it.”

“And why should I even humor you?” Said Loraine, her arms crossed confidently.

“Because if you won’t I’ll start an anonymous news site where I only makes stories about you every single day. In less than a month you won’t even remember the meaning of the word privacy. Got that?”

“Fine, you get your stupid favor!” Sighed Loraine, as she at last left the redaction.