Gotham Memoirs: 1-7 A Burglary

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I am surprised how well my new job is turning out. With my article getting the thumbs-up, I chat with Davis in his car. Unfortunately, the day doesn't end well, as I return home to find it ransacked.

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• Style: No dress up component
• Event Logs: Soft News
• Rewards: 3,000 , 1 Reader's Coupons, 1 Gift Material, 1 Crafting Material

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• After the last interview, I spend a few days in the office.
• Apart from preparing for Charlotte's interview, I've been hard at work writing reports.
• I'm getting acquainted with my fellow colleagues too.
• You: Adams! Are you free? You're supposed to vet my manuscript, right?

• Startled, he looks up from the document he's been perusing, and rubs his oily nose in annoyance.
• Adams: No, I'm not. I need to edit yesterday's articles again. Oh man...

• You: (He must be careless with his work. Mr. Kane rejected his articles twice.)

• You: All right, I'll go look for Mr. Kane.

• You: I'm done with the article on the Sky Tower, Mr. Kane. Could you vet it?

• George Kane: Hmm...

• George Kane: You wrote about the building via an interesting debate between two sides, without over-sensationalizing it nor making it sound grandiose...

• George Kane: Not bad. It's an excellent piece of soft news.

• The Chief at Sun News was never satisfied with y style of writing.
• Because I don't write in a trendy style.
• You: (I never expected Mr. Kane to react so favorably to my writing style!)

• George Kane: Once you've done the edits, let me look through it again, and then we can publish it.

• You: Yes, Mr. Kane! Right away!

• You: (This is the most successful article I've written since graduation...)

• The newspaper might be a bit old, but this is a very good start.
• White: Hey, Elizabeth! How's tricks? Have you finished your article?

• A short, young man with a head of golden curls and a face full of freckles bounds towards me.
• White is the only intern in the editing department, and runs nearly every errand.
• You: Yes, and it's been vetted! I just need to edit it and it'll be ready for publishing.

• White: Approved the first time? You're amazing! I've gotta get going before Mr. Kane starts nagging at me...

• He waves goodbye and hurries off.
• When I return to my seat, the work day is nearly over.
• You: (I've never had such a good response before. I'll settle the edits first going home.

• Four hours later...

• You: I'm so tired, but I'm finally done. I can go home.

• Since no one else is in the office, I turn off the lights and head to the stairs.
• ???: Who turned out the lights?!

• Edmund Davis: I guess I'm not tall enough for you to notice me, Miss Colvin.

• You: Oh, I'm sorry. I was too engrossed in my work. I didn't realize anyone else was still here.

• Edmund Davis: If you let me send you home, I'll forgive you.

• You: Ah, there's no need, I...

• Before I finish my sentence, I remember the terrifying night when I was chased...
• You: Um... Okay. Sorry for troubling you, Mr. Davis.

• Edmund Davis: It's no trouble at all.

• I get into Davis' yellow Duesenberg. I've never been in such a grand car before.
• It's quiet inside, and I relax in the comfortable seat.
• Edmund Davis: Why were you working so late?

• You: I wanted to finish my article quickly.

• Edmund Davis: Ah, I was rushing an article too.

• You: Oh...

• I don't continue the conversation. An awkward silence settles in the car.
• Edmund Davis: Why did you come to the Gotham Times?

• You: Because I needed work...

• Edmund Davis: Why did you leave your previous paper?

• I've tried not to think about what happened that day.
• But his question brings up a flood of memories, and I realize I'm okay thinking about them now.
• You: I snuck into the Metropolitan Hospital and uncovered the tragic history of a female patient...

• You: Using that as a case study, I wrote a report attacking the conditions in the hospital.

• You: When the article was published, the paper sold very well, but I was fired.

• Edmund Davis: Ah. I've heard the hospital has powerful backers.

• You: You think that's why I was fired?

• Edmund Davis: Probably, yeah.

• Edmund Davis: But haven't you thought about finding out the truth?

• I exposed the hospital and not only failed to change anything, I got fired for trying.
• Was I not good enough? Should I have let someone better try?
• You: Nah, it's in the past now. I was thinking of quitting the Sun anyway.

• Edmund Davis: If you say so.

• Edmund Davis: I read that article. You write well.

• Edmund Davis: As reporters, shouldn't we report the facts and expose the truth?

• Edmund Davis: You didn't do anything wrong...

• I haven't known him long, but Davis' words touch me.
• You: What about you? Why did you come to the Gotham Times?

• Edmund Davis: Did you see last week's front page? I wrote that.

• He points at the newspaper next to the window.

• Hmm... The article is moving, and the reasoning seems clear, but it feels exaggerated.
• You: The style is in line with Mr. Kane's preferences. All in all, not bad.

• Edmund Davis: Isn't it well written? I've always felt I should be a reporter, and that's why I'm here!

• You: What a frivolous reason...

• Edmund Davis: If I have to give another reason, what about thinking it's really meaningful to find the truth?

• You: Taking all of that into consideration, can I sum it up as you just felt like it?

• Edmund Davis: How could you say that? No, that's not it.

• Edmund Davis: Fine, I'll tell you the real reason I became a reporter.

• Edmund Davis: It was my dream.

• You: ...what? You're joking.

• Money makes the world go round these days, and most reporters are in it for money or power.
• And it looks like Davis doesn't need either of those things.
• Edmund Davis: What do you think? Oh, we've arrived, Miss Colvin.

• You: That was fast...

• Edmund Davis: Hmm? You can't tell?

• You: Thank you, Mr. Davis. Goodbye.

• Edmund Davis: See you tomorrow, Elizabeth!

• I turn to wave, bidding him goodbye.

• You: ...why is my room in such a mess?

• You: What... what happened? Did someone break in?

• People have gone home to find a burglar hiding in their apartments, and then they get killed...
• I back out immediately, slam the door, and lock it.

• You: I need the police! Now!

• Operator: Hold on.

• Police Officer: This is the police. What's your emergency?

• You: Someone broke into my apartment and I don't know if they're still hiding inside. Please come quickly!

• Police Officer: Keep calm and wait outside your apartment, Miss. What is your address?

• You: 564 Wilson Avenue, third floor!

• Police Officer: Okay, got it.

• You: Isn't he supposed to stay on the line? This doesn't seem very professional...

• You: I hope they get here quickly.

• One hour later...

• I wait on the cold pavement for an entire hour, but I don't see a single cop.
• Unable to stand it any more, I call the police again.
• Police Officer: This is the police. What's your emergency?

• You: I called an hour ago with my emergency. Why hasn't anyone come?

• Police Officer: Oh, it's you again. I've passed your message on, but the station decides whether to send anyone.

• You: Someone broke into my home and stole my stuff, and you don't think that's a big deal?

• You: It's 11pm. Are you expecting me to wait all night?

• Police Officer: Well... Since you've been waiting so long, I doubt the burglar is still in your apartment. Maybe you can go in and check things out yourself.

• Police Officer: If I were you, I'd check what was missing...

• You: When are you sending someone over?!

• Police Officer: I told you, it's up to the station.

• You: Don't they care what might happen to me? Are cops always this horrible?

• Policemen in this era are pretty useless and corrupt.
• You: There are so many unsolved murders every day, a burglary must not register.

• I dig in the trash and find a wooden stick. I head up the stairs.

• It's quiet inside the apartment. Gripping the stick tightly, I look around. The place seems deserted.
• Once I'm sure I'm safe, I look through the mess for anything that might be missing.

• Nothing seems to be missing, except for... the stack of resource material and notes that used to be on the table.
• You: What a strange thief. Why would anyone steal that?

• I consider various possibilities, but I can't explain it...
• I suddenly realize I have a very big problem.
• You: Oh no... The info I need for the Harris interview in two days is in my notebook!

• I frantically search of the papers, hoping the thief dropped them somewhere...
• But all of my resource material is missing, including the notes I trashed...
• You: How do I explain this to Mr. Kane?