Page 3 of Alpha Ruined

So, she finds the email belonging to Doctor Richard Porter and begins to type.

“What?”Carl looks up at her from his desk with his half-eaten sandwich in his hand. “You want to dowhat?”

“The doctor of the escaped prisoner in Green Woods? He agreed to do an interview.” Bree hands him her phone. “Look.”

Carl frowns as he reads the email. “How did you do this?Whydid you do this?”

Bree bounces on the balls of her feet. “Because I wanted to know more about it. Don’t you think it’s interesting?”

Carl raises a grey eyebrow. “Of course I do. It’s fuckingcrazy.Some psycho Alpha escaped prison and dragged his social worker with him?” He takes a bite of his sandwich and places her phone on the desk. “But what are you going to do with the interview? Publish it here?”

Bree shrugs. “Why not? It’ll be an exclusive interview. He hasn’t spoken to anyone else.”

“Yeah, but you knowHolden Timesdoesn’t do that. We only publish local stories.”

“It’syourpaper, Carl. You could do what you wanted.”

“Yeah, I know, kiddo. Like I said, we only publish local stuff.”

Bree crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow. Her boss matches her stare.

“Don’t give me that look,” he warns. “It’s not going to get you what you want. You’re my best writer, and I’m sure this would make one hell of an interview. But it’s not for us.”

She huffs. “Ireallythink?—”

“Bree. No.”

The Beta man resumes eating his sandwich, pretending to ignore her stare.

She has a few ideas for their next articles, but the interview with Doctor Porter is at the forefront of her mind.

Maybe she’ll submit it somewhere else or post the article online independently.

Someonewill care about it.

She snatches her phone off his desk and starts to head out the door, but Carl lets out an exasperated sigh. “After he emails you his interview answers, forward them to me.”

She frowns and turns toward him. “It’s not via email. It’s in person.”

Carl blinks. “What?”

She braces for the inevitable argument and shuffles on her feet. “He agreed to meet with me.”

“He’s coming to Holden?”

Bree remains silent and chews her lip.

Her boss groans and runs a hand through his thinning grey hair. “Please don’t tell me you’re going to Green Woods by yourself.Please.”

She shrugs. “It’s only a few hours away.”

“Isn’t that what the social worker did? She went to Green Woodsalone?”

“Yeah, but I’m not working with akiller.” She gives him an incredulous look. “I’m going to befine. The weather’s not bad, either. I reserved a cabin?—”

“Of course you did?—”

“—and the interview is Wednesday, so I have a couple days to get settled.”

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