An Inconvenient Attachment

Prologue ~ Million Pieces of Paper

"The car was found crashed into a white Civic sedan, whose driver is yet not found. High blood alcohol easily indicates that the accident wa-"

Before the reporter could finish, the screen was smashed.

Alcohol they say, huh? Not possible, not fucking possible. It wasn't even an accident, it couldn't be. Too many similarities.

It was a murder.
Someone had murdered his sister.
Someone had murdered the sister of one of the most powerful men in the world.
And that someone would see hell soon.
He will make sure of it. 

His gaze shifted from the now broken television, onto his desk. Specifically, to the newspaper.

On the front page was the picture of his beautiful sister, her smile touching her eyes, and her light hair framing her face, the fringes recently trimmed. Her cocoa colored eyes held the curiosity of a child, innocence swirling in them. He remembered how she made an entire deal of removing her glasses for that picture, even though she was almost blind without them.

She always said she looked prettier like that. He had laughed at her, for according to him, she always looked gorgeous. When he had told her that, she had scrunched up her nose in order to look scary, but he thought she looked like a kitten with glasses.

Gone.
All taken away from him.
Snatched away before he could hold on tighter.
Before one last hug. Before even a goodbye.

His thoughts were fixated on memory of the crime scene. 

Her body was pale and cold, with blood dripping down her head, and her leg broken. Her eyes were closed, and at that moment, he could have begged every goddamn person in this world to wake up his little sister. He could have given his own life to save hers. But nothing worked.

Nothing.
No money, no doctor, no God, could bring back his sister.

The only thing he could do, was bring her justice. Get revenge.
And he would. 

With that, he tore that stupid news article, million pieces of paper that were etched with lies, thrown in the air. 

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She watched millions of pieces of paper fall on the ground. Each word was etched with her hard work, with her sleepless nights.

"This is pathetic." Her boss snarled, making a huge show of hands to exaggerate on her point. 

She stood in front of the editor in chief's desk, head bowed low to hide her teary eyes. 

6th rejected article. In a row. 

The torn pieces swayed till they finally landed around her, as if taunting her of her failure.

In her defense, this was not her area of excellence. She had a masters in crime journalism, only for her to be asked to write an article on how Chelidonium majus could help warts. 

Exactly.

The reason she had been hired by this news agency was one of her crime articles, yet since she had started, she had been writing on plants and bacterium and water. Water??! 

She had begged her editor to let her write on topics of her choice, but was told off. Lack of support from the agency and a restraining, strict work environment, was the reason she had been failing. The reason she was about to be fired.

"How stupid are you? One article, we ask you for one article, but of course you cannot even do that. Don't make it that obvious that you are here only because of your father."

That stung. Like hell. 

She had done everything to not be know by her father's name, to make a name of her own, and when she had been offered a job in this agency, she had thought she had succeeded. 

Apparently not.

"This is your last warning, you brainless fool. Last chance, before you will be fired from here. As it is, you never deserved this job. But whatever, this is an ultimatum. Another failure, another mistake, and you will be jobless. And trust me when i say this, i will make sure no other agency hires you. So better start working, bitch. Now get out." Her boss growled.

She did not need to be told twice, her legs ran as fast as they could, without a delay. The second she exited the office, the tears she had been holding back, escaped her grasp and mercilessly fell on the ground. She had tried to not appear weak, but those droplets failed her.

The words she had been told mere minutes ago rang in her head. 

Fired.
Jobless.

What the hell was she going to do? Writing was her passion, her dream. And now that was about to be taken away from her. 

She remembered her father's words, 'You wont be able to do it sweetie, then you will have to come back to me for help.', and muffled a sob. She had vowed to prove him wrong, but everything he had said was now turning out to be right.

When she heard footsteps from the other side of the corridor, she quickly gathered herself together. Wiping her tears, she rushed to her rented apartment, not daring to look up in the fear of catching someone's eyes. 

As she collapsed on her sofa, she knew what she needed to do. Get an engrossing article. At all costs.

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AN; HI YALL!! Some of you might be here from the other book, while others might be new. Anyway, this is PIRILLLL and i am so excited for this new journey. 

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Until chapter 1 then,,, 

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