I'm Not The Only One

[Nadia Kaster]

Nadia had been chasing this scoop for a week, she'd done all the research, all the preparation and she'd double-checked all of her facts, the only thing left on her list was an actual interview with the man. He was a pretty big deal and she had been told that he liked beautiful women. Of course, Nadia had done her utmost to appear appealing to the man, so she had made an appointment with his secretary, cancelled all of her plans and made her way directly to the heart of her territory. She was sure she'd gotten all of this even before most of her colleagues, she had a sixth sense sometimes when it came to stories and something told her that this was a man she needed in her pocket. He was at the forefront of everyone's lists when they had a party and he was the first to donate any money to those who needed it. No one really knew a lot about him, but that was what this meeting was about. Straightening out her dress as she stepped out of the floo, she smiled cheerfully at the receptionist and looked around for her one rival. He always managed to beat her to these things, but as it was she could not see him this time. She mentally cheered as the receptionist ushered her upstairs and into his outer office. She would not have long to wait she was sure before he made himself known to her. When the door to the office opened however, it was not her mark that strolled out. "YOU!" She couldn't believe this.
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[Edgar Rothschild]

Edgar had worked hard to get this interview. Whilst a reporter for a smaller magazine, the owner had more money than sense and pumped a considerable amount into the paper, and thus its gathering capabilities. Scoring the interview took a mixture of digging and clever word play, as well as a bit of give and take that finally led to the big lead. The werewolf was pleased, as a break like this often meant a good return, which meant money to survive. He had been surviving for a long time now, but in recent months he was coming to the point where he could actually live. He gave his interviewee a smile as he finished his notes and excused himself once they had concluded. He felt it had all gone very well and he was excited for what was to come, and upon he departure, his smile only broadened as he nearly bumped into a rival reporter.

"Miss Kaster!" he greeted, looking at her outfit with raised eyebrows. Someone got their facts wrong. "You look nice, a little late though - as usual. I even waited four hours this time. You won't find much help here." He adjusted the strap on his bag, before plucking her jacket from the chair and handing it to her. "Best put that on, he's gay. I'll see you around." He gave a wave and a warm smile to the receptionist, before strolling out of the office without another word.​

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[Nadia Kaster]

Nadia seethed inwardly at the loss of yet another mark. She refused to let him know just how angry she was though as she turned her back on him promptly and marched into her appointment's office. It was immediately obvious to the fact that he was entirely disinterested, that Rothschild had shown her up yet again. Nadia was becoming increasingly annoyed by her rivals antics and was loathed to figure out exactly how he was figuring all of this out before she was. She worked so hard at her job, worked all hours of the day and night, between trials and scitorari gatherings, Nadia was often tired. She grumbled quietly to herself as she finished up the interview, (wasting half an hour with nothing to show for it!) grabbed her coat and headed out the door. It wasn't until she was fumbling to put it on properly that she saw something fall from inside it. Leaning down to pluck the small plain card off of the floor, Nadia raised her eyebrow down at it. On the white card written rather messily were the words, GASPARD'S 6PM. Nadia had no idea what that was supposed to mean and so rolled her eyes and stepped into the floo again. It was only five thirty, so she had time to write up a quick report before handing it to her colleague to finish up. As she was getting ready to head home, the card kept playing on her mind. She knew who it was from. It was something he would do, she knew it. It was eating her up to wonder why he might want to get her there, probably another embarrassing scoop. Probably heading out for a spot of tea with the Minister or some such other ridiculous fancy. Rolling her eyes at herself, Nadia checked the time, half past six, and made her way to the appropriate destination.
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