Apartment Building 543

Chapter 3

William slowly inched his way to his lovely office on the eighth floor. Lunch was a basil and tomato panini with lemonade to accompany it, and it was on one of these days that he hated the fact that there was no working elevator at the newspaper office he worked at.

He had worked at The Bostonian for quite a while. 37 and a sixteenth year to be exact. Will's last promotion to editor-in-chief had occurred 25 years ago, so yeah, he was a sort of a coveted symbol at the press.

William adored writing. Absolutely adored it. He figured that reading articles didn't give him the opportunity to yell at the author when it didn't appeal to him, and when writing he could criticize himself all he wanted. And news articles. Boy, could he go on with the joys of writing articles that require none of the emotional flowery stuff that gets published sometimes. Just facts. And a headline.

Finally arriving at his luxurious office (Hey, there had to be some perks to his position), Will sat in his plush leather chair. With a quick 360 degree turn, he could see the entire outline of the port-city.

However, with another 180 or so degree turn, he was met with his super-large, family-size, mess of a file cabinet. There were papers and folders strewn across the floor; receipts and transcripts that had somehow reached the other end of his office. Sighing, he realized that he had pushed this on for too long and it was time to face the music. Procrastination never really left him after high school.

Three agonizing hours later, the office was literally sparkling. William knew that the state of his office at the moment probably wouldn't even last a day, but it was sufficient for now.

As his calculating emerald eyes swept across the room, Will was suddenly met with a piece of wood on his wall that looked grimy and completely black. He must have missed that spot.

When he walked over with a cloth in hand and pressed the cloth against the panel to give it a good scrub, it lifted and swung open with a force so great it would have broke Will's nose (had he not stepped out of the way in time).

Intrigued, William stuck his hand inside the locker-like space. His fingers brushed upon a folder that he pulled out.

Articles. So many of them.

SYDNEY LERONE CAPTURED IN TURKEY.

JOURNALIST SYDNEY LERONE ABANDONED BY HER COUNTRY.

US: "WE ARE DEALING WITH OTHER PRESSING MATTERS AT HAND".

So many.

The familiar ache that was beginning to form quickly clued William into understanding, somehow, what was happening.

This was it.

The forgotten will be remembered.

Delilah was running hard.

She just had to... had to get to the door.

"Oh my fuck, can't you wait until someone attempts to open the door before ringing again?" She muttered under her uneven breath.

Doorknob in hand, Delilah pulled the door open.

"What?" She questioned, obviously annoyed.

However, a look up made her want to eat her words. It was only Will.

"Oh," she paused, flustered and a bit ashamed at her behavior, "hey wise one. What's so urgent?"

William looked sick. Both physically and mentally. He was sweating profusely, trembling, and kept blinking. And blinking a lot more.

"Woah, you alright there Will? Need a hand inside?" Delilah was beginning to worry.

"I need... your..." He took a deep breath and cleared his throat, "Actually, yeah, can I come in? There's something I need to tell you."

Hey again hehe. I kinda hate how this chapter turned out. Ehh actually this story isn't my best either. But it's okay. Thanks for reading! ( oh and none of my chapters are edited so if you see any mistakes, comments are greatly appreciated) mmwwah! ( my pathetic attempt at blowing a kiss. over text. )