Run The Risk (A Limitless Novel) [Book 2]

Preface

"You want me to what?" I breathed, staring at my boss in utter disbelief. Catherine Goldstone continued to twirl her pen between her fingers and stare at her computer screen, like she hadn't just dropped a bombshell on me. I guess to her, her request seemed normal.

Catherine Goldstone was the queen of reporting, when it came to reporting articles like 'which nail polish is in right now' or 'who's dating who in Hollywood'. She'd always had a knack for finding things out first and, by the age of forty, she owned her very own successful magazine that spanned across the globe. Though she stayed in London and based the magazine out of London, every country had access to it. Goldstone was a seriously popular magazine; most every teenager and woman brought it. I wondered if it was because of the four pages of horoscopes in the middle of the magazine, but knew it was because Catherine was always making sure to dish out the best and newest gossip on every celebrity. Our sales had sky rocketed last week when we had written an article on a girl who was sunbathing in a celebrity's house. I couldn't understand the craze, but apparently there was some real dirt to dig there.

I was one of Catherine's lead journalists, if you could even call it that. I wrote those columns where people wrote in and I responded to their problems. Catherine believed I had a knack for reasoning with people, I just thought she enjoyed not having to do it herself. In the three years I had worked for her, I'd never once seen her try to write anything. Catherine just told us what to write, chose the cover for the magazine, and then sent it to the printer. While she was obviously keeping her business afloat at the same time, I did wonder how someone could say they loved reporting so much and not actually write.

"I know it's going to be hard darl," she drawled, looking over to me and snapping me out of my thoughts. "But I think you are the best person for the job," she half smiled, the amount of Botox in her face stopping her from showing any real emotion.

"I write the self help column, not the stuff on the celebrities," I pointed out, trying not to argue with my boss. The truth was that I hated writing about dirt of celebrities; it was a massive intrusion on their personal space. I also wanted to write about more important things, like on wars or world hunger; that kind of stuff.

"You're always talking about wanting more, so I'm giving it to you," Catherine added, like she actually believed this was a step up from my self help column. Believe me, it really wasn't.

"You think more is finding out why some famous band pushed back their tour?" I asked, completely taken aback by how genuine she sounded.

"I'm so glad you agree," she smiled, before she began to rummage around on her desk.

"Catherine –" I started, watching her as she searched for something.

"Here's a ticket to an awards show tomorrow night, they will be there," she smiled, seeming much more enthusiastic than me. I took the envelope from her, knowing that there was no way to make her see that this wasn't what I wanted to do. I just had to write the article and be done with it, then I might look into other jobs because this wasn't the kind of journalism I wanted to do.

"Remember," she said, bringing my attention back to her. "The band is Limitless and you want to talk to Thomas Peters, he is the bassist and I believe he is the reason the tour was pushed back."

"Right," I nodded my head, rolling my eyes as I walked towards her office door.

Any other girl would have died to have this chance. I was sure my co-workers would be super jealous, but to me it was yet another reason to leave this magazine. I didn't want to go to this stupid awards show and try to schmooze a band into revealing their secrets. I hoped they would spill everything and make this easier on me, but something told me that it was going to be harder then I wished.