POV: Regina
The coffee shop smelled of roasted beans and freshly baked cakes and bread, but all I could taste was the anticipation.
I had arrived ten minutes before the agreed time, as I always did. Punctuality was power, I always said. It gave me time to study the place, to watch the people who came and went, to prepare myself for the game ahead. And I was sure as hell going to love this particular game.
The reporter was late though. Typical.
Still, I couldn’t help but feel a raise of satisfaction when I thought about the call I had received yesterday.
A man from TBN News, one of the biggest media outlets, had contacted me directly. He had said he wanted to hear the story I had to sell, said he could help me publish it. At first, I had been surprised, but then I realized—of course.
