Wild Fire – Chaos Read Online Kristen Ashley

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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
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“The story I’m on,” she explained. “The story I have to write tonight and turn in so they can post it in the morning. It’s not a fun story. And I should lock it tight where it’s supposed to be, until I let it out to write it, and then lock it back up and move on. I can do that, normally. I’ve actually been on worse stories, and I could do it. This time, for some reason, it’s messing with me.”

“Story you’re on?”

“I’m a journalist.”

That explained the not-letting-go part of her personality.

“The Post? The News?” he asked. “Westword?”

“No. Online. National. Or international. The Worldist. We’re redefining news. Or bringing it back to its roots. Like Vice on HBO. Where it’s about news, information. Not graphics and makeup and hairstyles and graying men with bushy mustaches standing up in front of screens with attractive women thirty years younger than them who’ll be cast out the second they reach a certain age, but the guy will be up there until he keels over. News that is not news because it’s shaping a narrative, even if that narrative is hooey crafted carefully to gain ratings. But a narrative isn’t news. Isn’t information. It’s a point of view. And news does not have a point of view.”

Well, shit.

He’d heard of The Worldist, and after getting over its relatively stupid name, he’d checked it out. When he did, not only for their video reports, but their written ones, for the last year or so, if he wanted the real story, he went there. To the point he had a subscription.

“That’s the problem,” she carried on. “My job is not to have a point of view. My job is to gather facts and write them in a manner they’re relayed in a way that people can understand them. The end. But this story, I have a point of view. It happens. I’m human. But this one…”

She had more to say, she just didn’t say it.

“What’s this one?” he asked quietly.

“The student loan crisis.”

“And?”

“Well, there’s aid. Not a lot of it, but there’s aid. The thing is, you can’t tap into it if your parents have money.”

“Yeah, and that makes sense.”

“Yeah, it does. The thing is, some parents aren’t parents. But the aid agencies regard them as parents. So, say your mom looks after you in all ways, including financially, and you’re barely scraping by. But you want to go to college. She can’t pay for it. You can’t pay for it. You apply for aid you can’t get because your dad’s a high-powered attorney in DC, who makes seven figures, but he’s not given you or your mother a single dollar or even seen your face or asked to do so since he took off when you were two years old. But his salary is calculated, and you have no shot at aid. So you have two choices. Don’t go to college, or eventually start your life weighed down by crippling loans. And it’s alarming how many kids pick door number one.”

“College isn’t the only choice and it isn’t the only road to a good life,” he told her.

“You’re correct,” she replied. “But schooling to learn to be a plumber, an electrician, a hair stylist, an HVAC tech, a vet tech, a massage therapist, and the list goes on, isn’t free either.”

She was right.

“So, you’re back from DC after meeting with a filthy-rich, deadbeat dad whose kid is deciding not to go to college because he’s a deadbeat,” Dutch surmised.

“Yeah. And he wasn’t big on the way our chat went, and I assume with his demonstrated prowess in the courtroom he has a great command of the English language, but in communicating that to me, he chose to use words far worse than the ones you use.”

“You blindside him?” he asked.

When she answered, the snap in her tone was back.

“Of course not. I told him the article I was working on and why I wished to speak to him. Prior to me flying out, he had a great many things to say about ‘making your own way in the world,’ when he’s a trust fund baby, his college and law school were paid for by his folks, and his parents also have chosen not to claim the results of his first marriage, a marriage they did not approve of. He thinks she…his daughter, that is…will improve her character by having to work for her future. Not that he has any clue what her character is, considering when he left her, she couldn’t form sentences.”

Dutch was of a mind, if you had it, and it didn’t make them spoiled brats, you gave it to your kids. Otherwise, what was the point of having kids in the first place, if you didn’t give them the things they needed to have a decent life? If you didn’t give them whatever you had to in order to give them a good life from the start until you dropped dead.



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