Hello again! So I wanted to post this over the weekend, but things got a bit busy, and well writer's block, soooo yeah, a couple days late. :) I'm not so sure about this chapter, so feel free to tell me what you think! I'm open to ideas. Thanks to KnightNight7203 and Aftermath for informing me that Paul Dana was an editor at the Sun, and of course all of my reviewers.

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The fact was it was 7:00 in the morning and Katherine didn't need to be at work until 10:00. She didn't care. She was too excited about her article. That and she couldn't stop thinking about Jack.

All through breakfast Katherine kept gazing at Jack's drawing. Running her fingers over the folded paper, over each elegant line that made up the sketch. She was still in awe at how talented Jack really was. Life was so unfair. He really should be going to art school, not trying just to stay alive by selling newspapers. As her fingers reached the bottom of the page, they brushed over Jack's hastily written message. To my ace, the best reporter out there, I know your article will be amazing because everything you do always is. With love, Jack. She smiled to herself, neatly folding the paper and placing it in her pocket. She decided it would be her good luck charm.

Finally, at 9:30 she decided to head into work. It couldn't hurt to be a little bit early. She carefully slipped her article into her bag and ran her hand over her pocket, assuring herself the drawing was still there. With one last glance around her apartment she closed the door behind her.

"Come in."

Katherine confidently pushed open the door and strode over to her editor, Mr. Dana's desk.

"Oh, Miss Plumber, it's you." He sighed. His face wore an exhausted, almost anxious expression.

Katherine placed her article on his desk with a smile. "Here's my article Mr. Dana."

Mr. Dana shook his head and sighed. "Sit down Miss Plumber." Katherine gave him a confused look, but sat down anyways.

"We can't print your article."

Katherine gasped in disbelief. "But why not! Look, I mean I know this is only my second big 'news' article, but trust me, please just read it, it's good!"

"I'm sure your article is quite fine, you have proved yourself and adequate writer Miss Plumber, but that is not why I can't print the article."

"Then why not?" Katherine demanded angry and confused.

Mr. Dana shook his head again. "You see my dear, I just got off the phone with your father." He paused, but he didn't need to go any further, Katherine was already getting the picture of why he wouldn't print the article. The question was why would her father tell them not to print her article? Was he angry at the fact that she was writing something important and news worthy? What if it was because of Jack? Katherine dismissed that thought quickly. There was no way anyone knew about Jack being at her apartment last night.

"And unfortunately Miss plumber, you can no longer work here." Mr. Dana finished.

" What!" Katherine screamed, "You're firing me! What the hel-heck did my father tell you?"

"That is confidential Miss Plumber."

Katherine found herself suddenly close to tears "You can't just listen to him, please…"

"I'm sorry, this is not my decision to make; my hands are tied regarding this matter. But in all honesty Miss Plumber, I have faith in your ability, I wish I didn't have to do this, but I hope that things will turn out well for you."

Katherine barely heard Mr. Dana's last few sentences, her mind was numb with anger and she was already planning on storming over to The World and demanding her father get her job back. As soon as he was finished, she calmly said "Good day Mr. Dana", snatched her article off his desk and stormed out.

Katherine moved at lightning speed towards the heavy oak doors outside the World. Once inside she practically sprinted over to the doors leading into her father's office, ignoring the annoyed stares from most of the employees. As she reached the door however, Hannah's piercing voice interrupted her.

"Mr. Pulitzer is not taking visitors right now." She sounded annoyed and even slightly disgusted at the fact that anyone would be insolent enough to interrupt her.

"What do you mean he's not taking visitors? I'm his daughter!"

" He's a very busy man, and besides I'm sure he doesn't want to talk to you right now." She answered.

" What! Why wouldn't he want to talk to me?!" Katherine demanded. Hannah didn't bother answering, but just kept typing. Katherine, completely exasperated and even angrier than before, turned and stormed out, letting the eight-foot tall oak doors slam behind her.

Back at her apartment, Katherine couldn't help but feeling worried. About her job of course, but also worried about Jack. She knew it was stupid; no one could have seen Jack at her apartment could they? But it seemed to make some sense, after all her father had threatened to get her fired if she saw him again, and that would certainly be a reason for him to avoid her. She tried to reassure herself, by reminding herself that he'd promised to come tonight, and when he did show up, he would be out of harm's way. That was if he was really in any danger.

Without a new article to work on, Katherine had nothing to do but sit around her apartment, driving herself insane worrying about Jack and feeling sorry for herself. Now granted, she wasn't the cry-about-losing-you-job type, she was more the plan-revenge-on-your-father-for-putting-you-in-this-stupid-mess type, (she was too busy worrying about Jack to do that), but she still was upset about her job. Tired and frustrated, she had nothing to do but wait.

It was 6:30 and she was aimlessly drumming her fingers on her desk, and occasionally glancing at the window that lead to the fire escape, as if Jack would magically appear. He didn't of course.

Three hours passed. Nothing.

It was nearly ten o'clock. Katherine sat on the window ledge, staring out onto the fire escape, Jack's drawing clutched in her hand. Why hadn't he come? She knew she should give it up and go to bed, but some insane bit of hope kept her glued to the window ledge.

Jack never did come. Katherine fell asleep, head resting on the window ledge, the drawing still held tight in her grip.

What do you think? Hopefully I'll have the next chapter up sometime soon. Anyways, ideas and constructive criticism are always welcome. Oh and by the way, I finally got the chance to listen to Letter From the Refuge, OMG I was almost crying, it's not fair that I don't get to see it till June! Sigh.

Thanks for reading,

-Dream Unique