Chapter 3

Even though I had expected him to apologize for dropping me like a hot potato, he insisted that he would never do so! So what in the heck was wrong with him, to begin with? During lunch, I had a brief flash of inspiration and came up with various ways to kill him, which I subsequently jotted down.

“Is it all okay with you if I snap a picture of your bedroom before we start the interview?” When I approached him and asked for permission to photograph his private space, I made an effort to keep my emotions under control and present myself as professionally as possible.

The man replied with a smile on his face, saying, “Sure, let's go.”

It wasn't until I realized that we would be alone in his room that my grin started to fade. My response to him was, “I don't believe it's a good idea.”

“Why? Are you concerned that I may do anything inappropriate with you?”

“Yes,” I confessed humbly.

“Such as kissing you on the lips? Or do you want me to take you into