You go to the intern's apartment

For the rest of the day, you prevent a few muggings and would-be robbers, while receiving plenty of social media attention. You had worn a suit for your first day of work, which made for good photo ops and selfies with the people you help.

You return to the Tribune offices as it's getting dark. The newsroom is starting to empty. The moment you walk into your office, Amanda comes in after you. Even though she's wearing high heels, you didn't hear her approach.

"Hi John! Laura's very pleased with your extracurricular activities today. She wanted me to check in with you on your story and see if I could help you," Amanda says, notepad in hand.

"Thanks. Um, not right now, I'm going to check out this lead in a bit, and see where we can go from there." You hand Amanda the notes on the city hall cover-up.

"Oh good, Laura thought this one was interesting and had wanted to check it out herself but she knows the mayor personally and it would be tough for her to be impartial. She said she's heard whispers about the cover-up, but nobody is talking. How are you going to approach it?"

"Straight to the source. I'm going to confront the intern and demand answers."

"Is that wise? If this is true, they've already had one person killed, at least. And they have the police in their backpocket."

"Don't worry about it. I can take care of myself."

"Okay. Do you want me to stick around?"

"Nah, I'm not sure how long I'll be," you say.

After Amanda left, you watched the news for a while, until it was almost 7pm and hopefully Ashley is home. You recognize the address and while you've never been there before, it's in a part of town where a lot of college kids live. Some of your college friends used to live in the area, so you teleport to a nearby coffee shop that you've visited previously. From the coffee shop, Ashley's apartment was only a five minute walk away.

As you had expected, it's one of those apartment buildings that's close enough to the college that many students lived there. Security is nonexistent and many young people come and go, and you take the elevator up to the sixth floor where Ashley lived. The moment you step out into the hallway, you can smell the distinct scent of weed.

The unit you're looking is at the end and you make your way over. You knock on the door and wait. You can hear footsteps inside.

The door opens and a beautiful young woman with dirty blonde hair greets you. Her curly hair is in a ponytail and she's about your height. You have never seen eyes so green. She's wearing pajama bottoms and a blue t-shirt that says 'Thompson for Mayor.' Derek Thompson is the current mayor of the city.

"Yes?" she says, with a pearly smile that would brighten up any room.

"Ashley Adams?"

"Oh, no. That's my twin sister. I'm Amber. She's in the shower. Do you want to come in?"

"Sure." Twins? This could get interesting, you think to yourself, as you enter the apartment. It's fairly minimalist inside with a couch, some chairs, a small television, and dining table. You can hear the sound of water running, coming from the bathroom that's in the middle of two bedrooms. You sit down on the old couch and Amber offers you a glass of water, setting it down on a coaster on the table.

"So how do you know Ashley?" Amber asks. You study her for the first time. She's pretty skinny with no discernible ass, but her breasts look pretty hefty. You don't think she's aware that you can see her nipples poking out.

"I don't. I'm a reporter with the Tribune, working on a story about the mayor. I need to ask your sister some questions."

"Oh," Amber says. Her expression changes and she looks alarmed. Her eyes are darting around the room, but they always return to the closed door that leads to the bathroom.

"Looks like you know why I'm here. What can you tell me about your sister's affair with the mayor?"

"Hold on, she's a victim here," Amber pulls up a chair to sit opposite you.

"What do you mean?"

"It was a few months ago. They had an office party for the mayor's birthday and there was ****. She got drunk and blacked out, and the next morning she woke up naked on the couch in the mayor's office. She couldn't remember, but the mayor had brought her to his office after most people had left, and they had sex. His assistant even recorded it on his phone and the video shows Ashley being a very willing participant. Since then, he has been blackmailing her, saying he would release the video and send it around college if she didn't sleep with him whenever he wanted."

"Wouldn't he implicate himself if he released the video?"

"No, his face is obscured and his office looks like any other office in city hall," Amber says, staring blankly at the floor.

"I can break the story and expose him for who he is. He'll go away for a long time," you say, reaching out to hold Amber's hand.

"No! Then Ashley's reputation will be tarnished! Please, you must let this go. We can deal with this ourselves."

You're about to keep pressing her for more details, when you notice that the shower has stopped running. Amber looks up when she comes to the same realization, and the two of you wait in suspense.

The bathroom door opens and out walks a girl who looks identical to Amber in every way, except her hair is straight and go down to the middle of her back. She's only clad in a large orange towel that's tucked under her arms and she's drying her hair with a smaller towel.

As she walks toward to the bedroom on the right, she stops and notices you and Amber. She sees your hand on Amber's and asks, "Am, who's this?"

You hadn't even introduced yourself to Amber yet, so you say, "I'm John Colins. I'm a reporter with the Tribune and I'm working on a story about your affair with the mayor. Your sister has told me everything and I can break the story and bring the mayor down."

Ashley is appalled and drops the towel in her hand. "Am! I said I would find a way to handle this! If this gets out, I'm fine about what they say about me, but what about you? Haven't you done enough to help me?"