Even though I’m dragging my feet into the office, I have a sparkle in my eyes.  I found out where my father took my assistant Page. When my mother and I were talking about the royal family security, I couldn’t hold back from asking about what my father has done to Page.  I’m still in shock with my mother’s response.  The King has sent my assistant to his formal royal training.  He finally has concluded that Page is worth keeping around and know everything. I still don’t know exactly what the King has up his sleeve, but I’m glad to finally get my best assistant and my other half back.  I still have to wait a few days, but Page is coming back soon.  I hope my mother can get Page to me quicker though.  I can really use her right now. In addition, when Page returns, she will be fully briefed on my true identity.  I won’t have to keep anything from her going forward.&n

I glance down at the folder in my hand, as I walk into the little room next to the interrogation room.  I don’t look up as I continue to read through the information that the team has managed to pull together on my next reporter. For most of my life, my family and I have had a love hate relationship with reporters.  My family hates how the reporters never leave them alone for a minute.  However, we also love it when the reporters happen to break the news about something big for us, like breaking the news that our enemy has had a security breach. Unfortunately, right now, I’m leaning towards the hate side of that relationship.  With so many reporters covering the King’s activities that day, there is no way that I could stop or hide all of that from getting printed.  In addition, the King’s activities at that one particular stop were being broadcasted live on both television and the internet.  With all the

I glance up the front of my apartment building as the taxi pulls up and stops. Ugh…  The royal guards could have at least brought me back to my apartment.  They didn’t even give me a chance to drive myself to the station. I pay for the ride, but I hesitate for a moment and quickly scan the area to see if any of my neighbors happen to be outside.  The last thing that I need right now is to answer a bunch of questions. I breathe a sigh of relief. I don’t see anyone. Well, it is the middle of the afternoon and most of my neighbors should be at work.  There are only a few in the building that don’t work during the day. As I grab the car door, I look back over my shoulder at the driver and mumble, “Thanks.”  I don’t wait for a reply before I dart out of the car and into the building. With my focus on the elevator, which is straight

I blankly stare out the restaurant window beside me.  I don’t notice the people hustling by.  Instead, my mind is still on the conversation that my boss and I had this morning. A part of me is glad that Blane didn’t fire me.  On the upside, he did come out and say that he understands, since all reporters who wrote an article about the King’s attack have been taken in for questioning.  However, he did keep reminding me about the newspaper’s reputation and that the Glassbrook Times is the oldest newspaper in Glassbrook. I’m still not exactly sure what he was trying to imply, but I’ve already come to the conclusion that I need to stay away from any more trouble, which is mainly Chris. I have worked too hard to get this job, and I’m not going to risk it, not for anyone. I hope that Chris understands.  If he is smart, he will be hiding somewhere far away from here. 

I sigh as I scan the little boutique.  I don’t even know why I’m here.  Wait.  Yes, I do.  My mother, the Queen, told me that I have to get a new dress for the upcoming gala event.  No matter what I did, she wouldn’t give in.  She has put her foot down and isn’t going to budge.  I hate dresses.  She wouldn’t even give in a little.  I won’t feel so uncomfortable if I could wear a slack outfit instead.  They have some really nice women’s suits, but my mother won’t hear of it.  Her exact words are that I’m a princess and I should look like one.  However, no one knows that I’m a princess.  People know me as the cold and strict CEO of S & A.  No one will think twice if I show up to a gala in a slack outfit.  On the contrary, I might shock everyone when I show up in a dress.  Not just any dress, but a dress that is fit for a princess.  What is my