Here's the next update! Thanks everyone for reviewing!

Disclaimer: I own no turtles, but I do happen to own Bliss and Jack.

Enjoy.

888

Bliss walked out of the junk yard. She was heading to the newspaper office for an interview so Ms Kathryn was watching Jack. It turned out that Mr. Rivers, the editor of the newspaper that Bliss applied to, was so impressed with the articles Bliss turned in that he requested to meet with her in person. Bliss in turn was thrilled. Maybe she would be able to work something out and get the job.

As Bliss stepped into her destination, a whole new essence surrounded her. The newspaper office was bustling with writers weaving in and out of desks holding bits of papers, yelling for stories or for someone to get coffee. Bliss instantly loved it.

"Do you have that article on the on 83 street burglary, Watson?" A man with ink splattered across his nose shouted in a harassed voice.

A woman with curly brown hair and an arm load of papers rolled her eyes. "Are you serious, Andrew? I put that on your desk an hour ago!"

"S'cuse me, ma'am. Are you the one Rivers is interviewing?" An older man with neat graying hair asked Bliss.

Bliss smiled nervously at the man. "Yes, sir."

"All right, follow me then." The man said, not returning the smile. Bliss followed him through the chaotic halls where bits of papers flew down from all sides to a little door with translucent glass on the other side of the room.

"Knock before you go in," the man briefly informed her before turning away to go back the way they came. Bliss took a deep breath and knocked.

"Come on in!" The voice of Mr. Rivers boomed.

Mr. Rivers smiled at Bliss when she stepped into his office as he hung up his phone. "Well, you must be Bliss."

Bliss nodded. "Yes, I am."

Mr. Rivers was a middle-aged man whose brown hair was just beginning to gray. He spoke with a southern accent and had soft, kind hazel eyes. He was the kind of man who hired hard working, honest workers despite where they came from.

"I read over your application, and I was really impressed with the three articles you wrote," he said with a smile that radiated through his eyes.

Bliss smiled in return. "Thank you, sir."

"Not a problem, I like to tribute pieces which deserve the praise." Bliss felt her smile grow wider. She was more than pleased; she was flattered.

"I am interested in printing one of your articles on the front page of Sunday's paper and hiring you in a permanent position," Mr. Rivers said in an all business tone.

Bliss blinked. This had to be one of the most surreal moments of her life. "Sir, I would be honored."

"Well, that's great. We need another writer of our human interests' column."

Later as Bliss walked down the sidewalk, she mused over everything in her head. Mr. Rivers not only gave her the job, but he also offered her housing in the apartment above the office. It was decided that Jack and she would move in the following day.

Bliss was so caught up in what just occurred that she stopped in a convenience store and bought Jack a candy bar to celebrate. As Bliss walked to the store's exit, she stopped dead in her tracks as she looked out the window on the exit door. A pool of fear filled her. Walking down the sidewalk was him, Jack's father.

Bliss turned away from the doors, trying to control her rising panic. She slowly turned around again. He was gone.

888

I do enjoy reviews very much!