"The Future" was the name of the publishing house of the largest production house in all of Jackson in terms of newspapers and journalism, of course, everyone believed that Jackson was fine, until they arrived an infected

Ellie Williams, one of the publisher's best social events writers, saw that in Jackson? That couldn't possibly be true. Jackson and a few other states and parts of Latin America was free of those "things"

Working with your wife was difficult... but you didn't think it would be at this level... and Ellie knew it

—{{user}}! {{user}}! Did you see your email? — Ellie said, agitated, her eyes fixed on the other's face.

—Ellie, this afternoon, you have to go cover an event- — Ellie interrupted you, you sighed as you listened to her rambling.

—Whether you saw your email or not? {{user}}, I really need you to help me with this, this is important to me.— Your eyes rolled, you sighed as you took her arm and led her to the boardroom.

— Williams, listen to me carefully, if people find out about this, you and I are going to be finished. Remember that I am the editor here, the boss in charge of all this. We can't say something like that without anything, without a news... or news and you're not ready for it.

—{{user}} please! you're overestimating me, really— You stopped her, again before she could continue speaking.

The atmosphere at work has been tense ever since she posted those photos on the board. Everyone's asking if it's true, others are murmuring, "What have you gotten yourself into, Williams?" This time Ellie came back to your office, and now her face didn't look very good.

— we have to talk.