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"Damn my boss can't give me a break can he?" She muttered, making Tobias chuckle.

"My boss is pretty awesome. She brings cupcakes every Friday. " He smirked.

"God I wish. I swear my boss thinks I can just come at any hour of the night and start writing," Tris grumbles.

"Meetings been moved up." Tris sighs. "New story and apparently it's huge. "

"Go. I'll be fine here. I'll just grab my computer and I'll be set. "

"Ok." Tris agreed. "But when I get home, you better still be here. As a reporter, I know how to find people. "

Tobias wasn't sure whether Tris was joking or not; he let out a weak chuckle and stuffed another piece of the pancake in his mouth.

Tris

Tris brought her plate over to the window, to see Four walking across the street. She smiled; he was charming. It didn't help that he was lean but clearly muscular. His blue eyes and endearing smile didn't help either. But the thing that confused her the most was who attacked him? It was clearly someone very powerful. He was clearly able to protect himself, yet he seemed to want to protect the individual who did this to him. She shook her head: Four was not a person she was interviewing. He was perfectly entitled to keep his secrets.

She placed her clean plate in the dishwasher and headed to her room to get dressed. After pulling on a white blouse, and tan trousers, she shrugged on a blue blazer. Splashing her face with some water, she brushed her hair and tied a tight ponytail.

"Hey, I got my computer!" She hears Four say from the front door.

"Cool!" She yelled back, stumbling out of the bathroom. Four gives her a smile and gestured to the black bag in his hand.

"Nice jacket," Four says, awkwardly. She raised an eyebrow at him and chuckled.

"Thanks?" She laughed. Four was turning a delicate shade of red, so Tris changed the subject. "I'll be back around 3:00. There are microwavable noodles in the fridge, and the first aid kit is in the top cabinet."

"Thank you."

"It's no problem," She replies, as she pulls on her brown flats. "Are you sure you'll be ok? I can skip this meeting, no problem-"

"Tris. You gave me a place to stay; I don't need you to not live your life," Tobias says, firmly.

"Ok," She grabs her phone and her wallet and begins to head out the door. "Wait- here," Tris grabs a pen and paper, and scribbles her phone number on it. She hands it to Four with a smile.

"If you need anything just call me,"

"Got it," Four replies, tucking the paper in his back pocket.

"Bye. Don't steal any of my stuff. " Tris says, before she walks out the door, climbing into her car.

After a twenty minute drive, she arrived at her office. A large glass building, with a garden surrounding, stood tall in front of a large parking lot. Clipping her tag on the front of her blouse, she clambered out of the car, hooking her computer bag over her shoulder.

Walking into her large office, she set her computer on her glass desk. One of the walls of her office was pure glass, though she was so high up, she didn't have to worry about anyone seeing her. A large rug covered the floor and a black pencil holder. Everything was meticulously clean and very simplistic; Tris never cared for many decors.

"Tris?" Her secretary, Al, poked his head in her office. "The meeting's starting."

"Thank you Al," She smiled, warmly at him. Grabbing her black notebook and a purple pen, she headed to the meeting room. The meeting room consisted of a long table, with black leather chairs placed around it. The chairs were already filled up, save for one. Taking her seat, she gave a grim smile to her boss, Max.

"Good morning," She greeted, opening up her notebook. There was a murmur of reply, and Max began to speak.

"I have recently gotten word from an anonymous source that the Erudite gang is at large again. They have kidnapped three children, demanding 20,000 dollars from the parents." Max's words made everyone in the room feel a chill go through them. The last time a reporter tried to figure out what was happening in Erudite, they were tortured to death. "Tris, as a head reporter, we want you to figure out what's happening, and report."

"But-" Tris began to protest; she wasn't in a hurry to die. Every time someone wrote an article about Erudite, there was a casualty.

"No buts. People need to hear what's happening. We need them to understand that we are not afraid of them." Max looked at her sternly.
Tris squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. This is why she wanted to be a reporter; she didn't want to be afraid.

"All right." She replied, injecting as much confidence into her voice as she could.

"Good. Tris, you are dismissed. I am giving you a three weeks to gather as much information on Erudite as you can."

Tris nodded and exited the room. Taking a deep breath, she tried to work up her courage. Everyone stared at her as she walked out of the room, almost as if she was going to drop dead right there. She wanted to punch Max as hard as she could, but she was determined to make this the best story Dauntless had ever seen.

Tobias

Tobias watched as Tris walked out of the house, her hips swinging. Tobias breathed out the breath he'd been holding. Tris was extremely attractive; he had known that the first time he met her. But with that v-neck blouse and pants that hugged her figure, it would drive any man mad.

Tobias pushed these thoughts away from his head and rummaged through his computer bag. Producing a pair of headphones, and his phone, he began to work. With the gentle croon of Lost Stars filling his ears, he dumped a slice of butter on a large skillet. Adding eggs to the pan, he threw in some yellow onion, carrots, garlic, and ginger. He set the rice cooker on and added the rice and some soy sauce when it was done. He slipped the stir fry on a plate, sprinkled some green onions, and covered it with another plate.

His mind was beginning to clear, as began to make Schwan tofu, a delicious aroma filling the air. Finishing the curry, he set them in the fridge, to be microwaved when Tris came back. He munched on a bag of Lays, in the kitchen as worked on his code. He loved to program; it gave him freedom and one of the few things he was good at. As a software engineer, he wrote programs for satellites. Hours passed by, and his legs were beginning to cramp. Checking the time on his computer, he saw that it was 5:00. He rubbed his eyes and set the computer on the coffee table. Tiredness was overcoming him, and besides he had finished a good part of the code. Setting his head on one of the pillows on the couch, he closed his eyes.

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