Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 266

"Jake," she said, "you don't understand. That story was too good to pass up."

I shook my head, "Even after I specifically asked you not to write that story? You did it anyway? And that's your only defense? That it was too good to pass up? You betrayed me, Rebecca."

She stood up and tried to touch my chest, but I took a single step back. She withdrew her hand like an ebb tide that had been spurned by the shoreline.

"It wasn't a betrayal, Jake. I'm a reporter. It is my job to report news. And that was news."