Sorry all. I was gonna do a long update, but the time I thought I had, I didn't. BUT...I will write it tonight.
It was now two days after I stopped breathing. I was okay again, and surprisingly enough I felt better than ever. However, I was still obsessed with this case. Maybe it was nothing but a failed act of heroism in the making, but I was determined. I was at the office again, typing away on my computer some ****** paperwork I was completely bored of. A thought clicked in as soon as I saw a new email pop up. It was from Isabella Simmons. The girl who pretended to be a reporter, I forgot to ask for a number. It read: Max, I have yet to see you. I forgot to give you my number, or anything. I called into the office and they gave me your email. I tried calling directly to you, but you weren't in they said. It had her number attached to it, and I decided I'd call her. The phone rang three times before she finally answered. When she did I couldn't help but take a liking to her gentle voice. "Hello?" She answered. "Hello. It's Max." I replied. "Max! You finally called! So, how about that coffee, eh?" She asked with hope in her voice. "Sure." I said sweetly. "Okay, the local coffeehouse at 7:00 A.M.?" She sounded like she planned this out. "That would be fine." I said, in a happy tone. "Great." She replied one last time before she hung up. There was something off about her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sorry for my lack of updates!!!