Breach

Chapter One

Why am I even here? over and over again, same question pops up every time Margo walks pass these corridors. It is always crowded with faceless people and nonsense chatters. 

If only my office were closer, I could avoid all the fuss. 

At the legal age of 19, she was blessed with a diploma with a job at the biggest news publishing house in the district, The Daily. She doesn't have anything to complain about, except the sudden bore and irritation she had developed in the constant pace of home-work-home that she does every day. And quite frankly, but not to brag, a job as associate editor in under 5 months of work is quite spectacular for a girl her age.

A stench of toner and the monotonous beeping of the machinery engulfed me as I quickly shut the door in a futile attempt to mute the noise of her colleagues outside. 

"Margo? You're late. What's wrong?"

She looked up to the familiar voice and instantly everything else seemed to disappear. One second she was leaning at the door, the next her arms coiled around the waist of the one and only person that she knew would understand her. 

"Margo, stop." he pushed her away with a force that made her smile turn to a frown.

"Good morning to you, too, Marko."

Marko. Mark. Markus.

My one and only...

His beautiful dirty blonde hair is always a mess in the most handsome of ways with no effort at all. His blue eyes crisp and clear like any ocean in paradise. Despite his model-like good looks and genius with words, he is nothing more than a pawn in the journalistic business. A managing editor is not a bad position in business, but with Margo in a higher rank in the editorial board than he was could really scar his pride. But, Margo loved him all the more.

"Margo", he gave out a sigh, "We talked about this many times already. We cannot get all affectionate whenever we are at work or else we'd lose our jobs." He hesitated for a moment then added, "well, my job at least. You'd get to keep yours."

"What is that supposed to mean?" 

He cautiously gazed at the door to their left as though a monster might emerge from within it.

"What's wrong with Elrich?"

Elrich Addison. Genius writer. One of the top news writers in the country. He earned his way to editor-in-chief at age 20. Even younger than Marko at 21.

"What's wrong? God damned it, Margo. You are even on first name basis with this creep. I know you two went to the same junior high but I'm telling you," he leaned close and whispered in Margo's ear, "Mr. Addison cannot be trusted."

[to be continued]