“And there we go ” She filed her story for the day feeling extremely ecstatic.
It was her third scoop in one week . Which meant one more opportunity to see her name in the byline . Also one more opportunity to rub her incredible talent in the faces of supposed veterans who were reporting petty car thefts or traffic violations in the name of crime.
She’ll wait for 2 more scoops and next week she’d walk into the editor’s cabin to ask for her own column.
She was in a rush. She had to win every possible investigative journalism award this year and she’d get that corner office with an entire wall to flaunt them.
Talent & fierce ambition was not to be hidden behind closed doors . Flaunting is how she liked to live it . Except for one thing . Something that she had to keep a secret and not let out.
For an investigative journalist , this needed every cell in her brain to work in tandem.To cover her tracks and keep her alibies ready or whatever that needs to be done.
She waved her goodbyes at office and stepped out for her clandestine meeting. Over the next half an hour of driving she analyzed the situation from every possible angle , wearing every possible hat that there was. She was still making a list of pros and cons in her head as she stepped in the small cabin for her meeting.
Little did she know her quandary would just get more complicated by the time she’d step out.
She was smart enough to spot the symptoms when they first appeared . The dizziness, loss of appetite , weak spells . But she ignored them with a stern ‘This can’t happen to me!’ , until one day while on a field assignment , she almost passed out . That’s when she had to finally come face to face with the truth.
That was 3 months back and now she was here to discuss what next. Could she keep her secret under wraps for some more time or was time really running out.
The meeting shattered all her hopes. This would ruin everything. All the hard work that she had put in , all the trophy filled wall in the corner office dreams she was harboring.
She looked at her reports again. Re reading the medical jargon like she could find a clue, a loophole and turn the argument around.
But she couldn’t. She had 3 more months. She won’t be able to bust crime and save the world in this condition. She had to start her chemo from tomorrow and a long painful lonely journey was about to start. But that wasn’t the problem.
Cancer was eating up her dreams and for the first time she was losing a fight against life.
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