House of Secrets

Chapter 5

September 10th, 2000 - New York City, New York, USA

Today was the day that I got to find out the rest of my grandmother's story. I went to the NEWSIGHT building James McMire worked in. I went to the front desk and told them I had an appointment with Mr. McMire. I then was brought up to the twelfth floor in the building, where I assume his office was located.

(A/N: left side is Aria, right side is Mr. McMire)

"Good morning, Mr. McMire," I stated as I entered the room.

"Good morning to you too, Ms. Smithe. Please, have a seat." he replied in a calm manner. I took a seat in one of the leather seats next to the coffee table.

"I would like to ask you a few questions about my grandmother, Mr. McMire,"

"Go ahead," he said as he sat down in the Italian leather seat in front of me.

"Were you two close?" I started asking.

"Your grandmother was one of my colleagues and also one of my close friends at work."

"Could you tell me more about your project that you were working on with her?"

"The project that we were working on together was a project about the political incident that had just happened in Washington state."

"Could you explain the picture that I found in my grandmother's house to you and the letter that I found that was written by you as a threat to my grandmother? You know Mr. McMire that I could have sued you for this type of threat."

"I will have you know Ms. Smithe that you have no right to question me beyond what I agree to answer, as for the threat I have no explanation for it and even if I did, I have no need to tell you why I wrote it."

"I have all the information I need now, thank you for your time Mr. McMire. Have a nice day." I uttered with clear annoyance and frustration in my tone of voice.

After the talk I had with him I was truly frustrated with the information that I got from him. James McMire saying that he had no reason to explain the letter that I brought just further solidified my proof that he had threatened my grandmother, yet I couldn't do anything about it. So, I headed to my apartment and started writing the report I promised to write. A few hours later I was finished with the report of what I found of course including the threat from James McMire and the photographs I found in the crate on the island. I decided I would give one more try at including Mr. McMire's story in the report, so I typed up another email, this time sounding more stubborn than polite.

September 10th, 2000

Dear Mr. McMire,

Here's the fact. You can ignore my emails if you wish, but I will have you know that my report of what I found will be in The New York Times whether your part of it is in it or not. I am a professional investigative journalist, Mr. McMire and I am going to have a report about my grandmother anyways. My sources are rock solid, and more importantly, I have evidence for your threat. If you decide to give me more information about the letter, I will gladly put it in the report that I am currently writing, if not then the entirety of New York will know that the famous CEO James McMire has previously threatened a journalist.

From the desk of the investigative journalist,

Aria Smithe