The secret of the billionaire's heart

ce of her blank screen, despite the bustle of keyboards and whispered voices. She understood the irony that a journalist without a story was as wo

nding over her desk, her sharp features etched with a familiar frown. Even the most seasoned reporters were made

yet,

paused, lingering on the folder with her fingers. Her stomach roiled when she eventually opened it. She was surprised to find the name Damien

papers. The golden goose of journalism was Damien Blackwood, a mysterious tech billionaire. In addition to having a Midas touch for business

rused the folder's info

saying, "I don't car

t doesn't matter to me. Please del

ject. She sat transfixed, the illumination of her computer screen seeming to mock her. A cursory search turned up the

as soon as it came to light, and the details were hazy. Nevertheless, there was a break in Blackwood's unbre

Blac

n the computer industry, I would want to intervi

zzed hours later as the city lights flickered outside and the newsroom emptied. When she saw th

views. Don't meddl

ed. Blackwood's answer simply strengthened her

er desk, her mind racing. With her heart racing, she froze. "Who is present?" She called out, tryin

a man was silhouetted against the dim streetlight glow. As Emily closed the blinds, her heartbe

wed. Every sound appeared to be heightened in the silence as her footsteps reverberated throug

e of fatigue. However, the uneasiness persisted. Her phone th

the story

" she typed in answer. Almost

your onl

ough? That an unknown source had sent her a mysterious text message? They would write her off as insane or, worse, p

tup into a billion-dollar empire almost overnight, tales of a whistleblower who disappeared after accusing his company of fraud, and reports of a falling out with his family. She had created a lis

ne buzzed. It was

at the workpla

wsroom, mentally reliving the events of the previous evening. Margaret

?" As she entered

as she opened it. Pictures were showing her walking to the metro, sitting at her

y's voice was unstea

et me know. This morning, these were delivered

ing her, they were also keeping an eye on her. Marg

cked the wrong bear. Do yo

ch twisted with fear, but she forced it out of her mind. The only indica