Despite being confronted by both Michael and Alice, Jacqueline began to relapse why she even began to work in the literature department. It was all for her happiness, but as well as her parents'. She always had a knack for writing, but she didn't know exactly what she wanted to be when she actually did get out of school. When she graduated, she had a degree in English literature. Her parents always wanted her to be something when she got older, hence her doing this for her parents as well.

      Going by the rules of life, she was always nice, most of the time, she never "cheated" in her work, and she always brought herself up as a woman. Being a real feminist, she was determined to break all stereotypes that men made about women. As she finished up her smoothie, she was almost finished with her article for her part in the gazette. She called it, Being the Modern Female. One part from it particularly stuck out to her from the rest.

      The power of the Wild Woman is not something often lauded. Many of us don't even know what She looks like. I would love to share what She means to me, but I also must ask you to please, please, please discover Her for yourself, for that is the only way to free Her.

      For me, my Wild Woman works like the turn of a wheel: Her energy is formed by the natural cycles of Her body, the moon, the sun, and the seasons. She eats when She is hungry and runs and dances when She feels compelled to move. She sleeps when the midnight sings Her its lullabies and She awakens with a jolt of ecstasy for the promise of the day ahead of Her. She travels over the mountains and the valleys of Her life with equal effortlessness.

      Even though she had used her journal entry from earlier for her article piece, it still felt odd to her. These were her most personal feelings written down in her book, and now that they would be on display for almost all of Vegas to see. That didn't exactly sit right with her. In fact, it really rubbed her the wrong way. Of course, she had been thinking of changing it to another theme, but on another side, she wanted everyone to know that woman still had the same rights as everyone else. This whole excerpt that she had been reading over only made her point more forward. Women aren't toys, they are to be respected as any other respectable human being.

      She hadn't blinked since she started reading and thinking of the specific part that she had poured all of her emotion into. Seeing this was a blessing in disguise, being able to finally let all her emotions out as she did the one thing she loved. She didn't exactly know how to let her feelings and thoughts out during speaking, unless with someone she trusted, but when writing and typing, she would go on and on. For the article, she thought of putting a pen name of some sort.

      As an example, she thought of "Sapphire," but that was already an author's name. She also thought of using the first letters of her first and middle name and her surname, but no luck to that since that was unoriginal, because authors such as S.E. Hinton who wrote the coming-of-age story, The Outsiders, and J.K Rowling who was the genius behind the Harry Potter series, both did this. She wanted a pen name; not just to have one, but to keep her name out of the media if this article did, of course, get big.

      If her article did become a success, then she'd have to deal with criticism, confrontation, and some possible embarrassment. Paparazzi coming left and right, asking as to why she wrote it in the first place. That would, with no doubt, be annoying. Answers are in plain sight, yet they still ask idiotic questions. And when they get the plain answers, they twist it into something it wasn't.That exact thought made her shudder. It would make anyone shiver to think about all of that pressure on one person.

      As hours passed, it was almost time for her, and some many people, to leave for the day. She was going to logout of the desktop, until she heard a pinging noise. Her eyes went from the power button to the message.

      From: Michael Turner

      Subject: A Talk Between Us

      Date:June 05, 2016 21:21

      To: Jacqueline Williams

      Jacqueline, I know this isn't a great time, but I need you in my office. Care to spare a few minutes of your time?

      Michael Turner

      CEO, Turner Gazette Inc.

      She looked at the time in the bottom-right side of the screen. It was almost nine-thirty. She had a small groan that was itching in the back of her throat, but refused to let it out. This would be awkward for her to go back to that man, considering the conversation that had just hours ago.

      If he wants to converse about the same thing, it would be more than an urge for me to act out, she thought. She was arguing inside her head whether she should email him back, but if she was to do it, what would she do once she walked inside?

      From: Jacqueline Williams

      Subject: My Answer

      Date: June 05, 2016 21:27

      To: Michael Turner

      This isn't a good time, but I'll make time to spare. Now, mind you that I only have a few minutes to spare, so I'll need you to make whatever you have to talk about fast. I have to get home so I can run a few errands.

      As she waited for a response, she finished putting in her papers for her next upcoming article in her satchel.She had grabbed her empty cup and had taken her keys out of her satchel, then heard another "ping." Pulling her satchel from around her chair and into her lap, she had read the message he'd sent.

      From: Michael Turner

      Subject: Gratitude

      Date: June 05, 2016 21:29

     To: Jacqueline Williams

      I thank you. And so that you can make it home on time, I will talk to you fast. I'll need to talk just for a quick minute.

      Michael Turner

      CEO, Turner Gazette Inc.

      Calmly and quietly, she pressed and held the power button that was on the monitor until it told her that it was shutting down. She threw her satchel around her shoulder, grabbed her cup, and stood as the whole computer shut off all together. Turning she had made her way out of her office, walking to Michael's. While she walked there, she saw some offices empty, as well as a few being emptied from others doing what she had did just before she had left her own.

      While she started walking a bit faster, she went through the semi-dark hallway to Michael. Finally seeing his door with his name on the gold plaque, she hurriedly knocked on it. Hearing an "It's open," she made her way inside. She stayed standing, remembering she still had things to do after this. She closed the door with her right foot, being positive as to hit it softly so it didn't slam. With her hand placed on her hip, she looked at him sitting at his desk, just staring at her with passion.

      If anyone were to walk in on them, they'd think it was just a mind game or staring contest between lovers. That wasn't the case, and it never would be in Jacqueline's defense. She quirked his interests in a woman. She was all he wanted: intelligent, beautiful, witty in the best ways, independent, sassy, kind and caring, and just an all-around woman. Anywhere she stepped foot on was his own landmark. Jacqueline was not just a dominant individual in her own way, she was a boss. You couldn't tell her anything she wouldn't agree with.

      Michael stood and walked from behind his desk to her. While she was fifteen feet from the door in front of his desk, she started thinking if she should just back up. She didn't exactly like the idea of him all on her. Now standing tall in front of her, he looked and said, "I've called you in here with me to tell you to pack early," he said as she looked at him with mystery in her eyes.

      "You could have emailed that to me like you've done everything else. I know to pack, but not this early, Michael."

      "I could have...but that would just take away from me seeing your beautiful face one last time before tomorrow." Jacqueline was impressed. Impressed at what they had talked about earlier, and now he was doing all the unnecessary flirting.

      "Like I've said before, I'd love to keep this as professional as we can," she explained as she slowly moved her head to its side. His eyes moved as they searched her, looking for her weakness. A weak spot was all he needed to prove that he could have her for himself. But the weakness he was looking for wasn't present.

      "Professional, I can do that. But I just need one time with you to prove to you that I could be the ultimate best." Michael was determined to get Jacqueline as his one love. He is a very desperate man that will and has gone to great heights to try to get the one and only Jacqueline Williams. If one was to look up the word "obsessed" in the Merriam-Webster Dictionary and Thesaurus, his picture would be right next to it. He saw her sigh out of annoyment. "Alright, more I have to tell you is tomorrow the CEOs of the biggest newspaper and magazine companies are having a conference for a synchronized project for the whole world to enjoy. We are each allowed to bring one guest, so coincidentally, I am inviting you to come with me." His efforts were a bit amusing to her as she tried to hold in her beautiful giggles.

      She bit her lip in thought, then brought her head back up. "I would be delighted, but I have an article to finish, and work on another one for tomorrow," she said. He had an answer for that as well.

      "Jacqueline, you can pour all of that out of your mind for now, because I just want you to be work-free tomorrow, and just have a tad bit of fun," he said. She clicked an eyebrow up as she darted her eyes left, then back at him.

      "You want me to have fun...at a conference? Well, I must say, you have finally let your mind go on vacation. The funny thing about this is is it hasn't even been three whole weeks yet." He chuckled while she smiled and playfully rolled her eyes whilst moving her head with them. She turned and made her way to the door, but stopped when she had heard him say something that she knew about, but had never said aloud.

      "I'll see you tomorrow, and...I love you," he said.