All Chapters of Losing Ryker: The Billionaire's Second Chance : Chapter 81 - Chapter 87

ZerahSunday evening came faster than I expected.I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection as I applied a final layer of gloss on my lips. My makeup was simple but clean. I didn’t want to do too much. I wasn’t going there to steal attention. I had one goal and one goal only, to find a journalist. Someone real, someone honest enough to carry a story like Elena’s without twisting it into a circus headline.The dress I picked was sleeveless and navy. It stopped just above my knees. It wasn't flashy but it wasn't dull either. It was just enough to walk into a crowd and not feel invisible. I had taken my time in the bathroom earlier, letting the warm water run down my back, hoping it’d wash away the nerves. It didn’t.Just when I was halfway done with my makeup, Ryan and Micah had burst into the room, their little faces lighting up the way they always did.“Where are you going, mommy?” Micah had asked as he crawled onto my bed.“Can we come with you?” Ryan stood beside the

Zerah “There’s something I want to show you,” I said quietly. Before I could continue however, he seemed to notice something from the distance and stepped back. He turned to me with raised eyebrows. “Hold on a second,” he said, “There’s someone I need to talk to really quickly. I’ll be right back.” He turned away and walked off as though he'd found a jackpot. For a moment I stood frozen, glass in hand. My head was spinning, but there was no doubt. Was this really happening? I had met someone in less time than I expected that would help me. In a shorter time than I'd expected, I was getting somewhere. Time passed as I waited and I counted the minutes. The soft music and the laughter and chatter of the others roamed around me. more distant at the same time. Thankfully nobody came to approach me but I only felt myself grow more antsy. My legs were starting to ache from just standing in one spot, and my nerves were on edge. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, feeling

Zerah I faintly heard a scoff beside me before the irritating presence looming over me finally left. Kane took his place returning to the spot beside me. My jaw clenched as I looked at him, the words from before still racing in my mind. “You already know that James Robinson’s been funding some of the media.” I leaned in and spoke. Not a question, but a fact.“It's an open secret. Like I said though, I don't want anything to do with his money, so long as I can get the truth of his dealings.” he said. Ready to look away when I held him by his forearm.“What if I told you I had that kind of information?” I whispered. Immediately he tensed, freezing like a deer caught in the headlights. I released him and waited. After a brief moment Kane looked around, checking to confirm that nobody was listening, before he lowered his head, leaning in closer. “What are you getting at?” he asked, his voice lowered yet mixed with suspicion and urgency.“Can I trust you?” I asked in return.Inwardly I

NINE YEARS AGOZerah"Zerah Mikealson," the receptionist called.I blinked fast, startled out of my thoughts. I had been zoning out for a while, holding onto the resume in my lap like it was something sacred. I stood up quickly, nearly dropping my phone, and muttered a small thank you as I walked past the desk and went into the main office.The room was cold. The air conditioner was humming from the corner, and I had goosebumps all over my arms. The walls were plain gray with one cheap-looking painting of a city skyline, there was a small desk in the middle, papers stacked everywhere and a chipped mug filled with pens, and an older man with tired eyes looking straight at me."Have a seat," he said as he was already flipping through what I assumed was my file.I sat down, trying to sit straight and also trying not to fidget. I crossed my legs, then I uncrossed them, my palms were sweaty, but I rubbed them against my skirt and tried to calm down."So you’re here for the reporter spot?"