State of Play

The inquiry had been paralyzed because it looked like they finally put two and two together. It was 3 AM and almost everyone had left the firm. Only the heavyweights were waiting for his article. And, of course, she also was there. What he didn´t expect was the spontaneous event. The flashback suddenly came to his mind. Far-away look. His hands stopped dancing on the keyboard. His boss looked at him, expecting something wrong. He stood up and started runnig to the house of his best friend at the University. He couldn´t believe he was involved in that shit. He couldn´t believe that once, they were inseperable. Now, he could realize the reason of his unusual sympathy. Sympathy after five years being the most unpleasant guy. The reason was as easy as raw: if you want to win the confidence of an important journalist, you must pretend you are reliable. His heart betrayed him. "How coulndt I notice the change?"- he thought. " "Is it a question of blindness? Blind friendship, perhaps?" He stopped under the storm and, looked behind him, up and down and thought... "Perhaps, Im reponsible of everything. After all, I let him come to me. Next time ill know which doors must be kept closed". He turned back and went home slowly. What´s the rush?