Gage Cameron was the top news reporter for ICNN news. He was proud to be the best; he had worked hard at it. That was probably why he was no longer married. He had worked long hours and was hardly ever at home. He still had not changed. His wife Carol, ex-wife actually, used to constantly get on his case about working so hard and always being gone. She was always telling him how he neglected her and when were they going to start working on having a family. It used to drive him crazy. At least he no longer had to worry about such things and he could focus completely on his job. It was better this way. He kind of liked it by himself with no one to answer to or to constantly nag him; he was not sure why he had married Carol in the first place. It was not like he was the marrying kind of guy anyway. One of these days he would stop lying to himself, but not now. One day though.
Gage Cameron was meeting his source at a local café in downtown Bagdad, Iraq. He had just finished a big story and was looking for his next big break. He was a little anxious, but a little nervous as well as he had never met his source in person before. He was kind of curious as to why she had insisted on meeting in person this time. It must be a really big story. He sat there quietly sipping his cappuccino and imaging what she must look like. He kept imagining all these young, beautiful actress-type women. He sat smiling to himself. His smile disappeared however, when an older, plain woman sat down at the table with him. He looked at her puzzled.
“May I help you?” he asked.
“No, Gage. It is I who will be helping you,” she replied.
“Ros?” he asked.
“Yes, it is nice to finally meet you face to face, Gage Cameron,” she replied extending her hand.
“It’s nice to meet you as well,” Gage replied a little disappointed.
“Now, let’s get down to business,” she said lowering her voice. “I have two stories for you for now. The first one, Nicolaitanes Balac is going to be named President of Italy. That’s a story that you will definitely want to cover. The other story, you will need to go to Israel. There’s going to be a lot of interesting stories going on over there in the next few weeks that you are going to want to cover as well. Israel is going to be attacked,” she whispered.
“What? How do you know these things?” he asked.
“I’m not at liberty to tell you. All I can say is that if you cover these stories, you will be the envy of all the other reporters—you will have breaking news stories before anyone else. They will definitely boost your career,” she said.
She held out her hand, “I will be in touch. Keep doing me proud with your excellent reports.”
Gage stood up and shook her hand. “I really do appreciate what you are doing for me, but why me?” Gage asked.
“Do you doubt your work Gage?” she asked standing up to leave.
He looked at her offended. Of course, I don’t doubt my work. What kind of reply is that? He walked her to her car then walked to his car rental. He was excited with the information that was just given to him, but he had a lot of questions as well. He could not wait to get started. He figured that he had better find his camera man, Byron and head to Rome, Italy. What a story this is going to be, if it truly happens.
She got into the back of the Town car. “Did he buy it?” the man asked.
“But of course; he always does,” she replied.
“Good. Good. We may have use of him yet,” he replied.
The man smiled to himself. She had the driver take them back to his private plane. Things were most definitely going according to plan.
Gage Cameron was meeting his source at a local café in downtown Bagdad, Iraq. He had just finished a big story and was looking for his next big break. He was a little anxious, but a little nervous as well as he had never met his source in person before. He was kind of curious as to why she had insisted on meeting in person this time. It must be a really big story. He sat there quietly sipping his cappuccino and imaging what she must look like. He kept imagining all these young, beautiful actress-type women. He sat smiling to himself. His smile disappeared however, when an older, plain woman sat down at the table with him. He looked at her puzzled.
“May I help you?” he asked.
“No, Gage. It is I who will be helping you,” she replied.
“Ros?” he asked.
“Yes, it is nice to finally meet you face to face, Gage Cameron,” she replied extending her hand.
“It’s nice to meet you as well,” Gage replied a little disappointed.
“Now, let’s get down to business,” she said lowering her voice. “I have two stories for you for now. The first one, Nicolaitanes Balac is going to be named President of Italy. That’s a story that you will definitely want to cover. The other story, you will need to go to Israel. There’s going to be a lot of interesting stories going on over there in the next few weeks that you are going to want to cover as well. Israel is going to be attacked,” she whispered.
“What? How do you know these things?” he asked.
“I’m not at liberty to tell you. All I can say is that if you cover these stories, you will be the envy of all the other reporters—you will have breaking news stories before anyone else. They will definitely boost your career,” she said.
She held out her hand, “I will be in touch. Keep doing me proud with your excellent reports.”
Gage stood up and shook her hand. “I really do appreciate what you are doing for me, but why me?” Gage asked.
“Do you doubt your work Gage?” she asked standing up to leave.
He looked at her offended. Of course, I don’t doubt my work. What kind of reply is that? He walked her to her car then walked to his car rental. He was excited with the information that was just given to him, but he had a lot of questions as well. He could not wait to get started. He figured that he had better find his camera man, Byron and head to Rome, Italy. What a story this is going to be, if it truly happens.
She got into the back of the Town car. “Did he buy it?” the man asked.
“But of course; he always does,” she replied.
“Good. Good. We may have use of him yet,” he replied.
The man smiled to himself. She had the driver take them back to his private plane. Things were most definitely going according to plan.