He sat on the desk in the corner of the hotel room. The air conditioning didn't do much. The air as it is, is hot... humid. The reporter didn't know if it was the room, the weather, or himself that was hot. He sweated profusely. His hands were clammy. Clammy hands... she always hated his clammy hands.
For a moment there, he forgot his purpose for checking in. He needed to write. Deadline for the next breaking news at 10:30 is at 10 am today. 9:30 his wrist watch read. Still time to write.
'Let me smoke first. Just one stick.', he said to himself.
Funny, he thought. He never smoked a cigarette in his life. He always took care of his health. Never smoked.
... and yet even after all his efforts to have a healthy and active lifestyle, she left him. She met him in a bar in one of those 'girls only night outs'. The guy smoked like the Marlboro man and chugged beer like water. He can still remember how much trouble he got into when his wife found out that he'd been drinking with his buddies again...
He drank casually with the boys when he has some extra cash. That seemed too far and few in between. All his money, he gave to his wife. he gets a weekly allowance.
'Great!', just like college again. A weekly allowance that I have to scrimp for food and commute, and not much else. Not much is left.
... and yet even after giving up all his money to her, she left him. She found out that he has a trust fund. A snotty little brat who got his way. Even with the girls. Married? No problem! He took her to a week long vacation in Macau. First class flight. First class hotel. Dinner reservations. A night in the casino. Everday shopping. Every night, all night sex even.
He stopped the thoughts in his head. Time to escape the painful reality of his mundane life. He escaped to what comforted him most, writing. He started typing.
' The lifeless body of renowned television news anchor Harbama Conllin was found in one of the rooms of a downtown hotel. Initial reports show that Harbama Conllin, one of the hotel's regular customers, checked into the hotel and got a room earlier in the day at 4:00 in the morning. He requested for a wake up call at 11:00 am and breakfast be brought up to his room. When no one was answering the phone, the front desk already instructed that breakfast, two pieces of scrambled eggs, four pieces of bacon, french toast, and orange juice, be brought up to the room. That was when, Harbama Conllin's lifeless body was found inside the room, slumped on the desk with one gun shot wound in the mouth. A 38 revolver was found in the crime scene.'
'We, here at GNN are saddened by this terrible news and we would like to extend our condolences to Mrs. Amry Todd Conllin. Do continue to watch as we bring more of this breaking news.'
He was done typing. He attached his report to an email and sent it to his editor. His editor was a long time friend, a confidant to his problems. He called him.
'Jim, man how have you been? Good, good. Hey, I won't be coming to the office today but I wrote a piece that needs to be on the breaking news later at 10:30. Do this as a personal favor for me, will you buddy? I sent it just now. check your email. Thanks buddy! I owe you big time.'
Clicked. He ended the call. He stood up, and opened the tv and put it on GNN. he went to his bag and got his 38 revolver. He sat back in the desk, pointed the gun in his head. He looked at the mirror and smiled.
'For once that breaking news will be wrong! All wrong!!! Shot himself in the mouth? I don't think so. I'm going to blow my head instead!', the last thought in his mind.
10:30 am. Breaking news, '' The lifeless body of renowned television news anchor Harbama Conllin was found in one of the rooms of a downtown hotel...
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