Amelie

　　Gideon takes a deep breath, "I want you to interview Von Jericho with me."

　　"What! You have lost your mind!" I shake his hands off me.

　　"Am, please!" He grabs my wrist as I try and walk away.

　　"Why the hell would I want to talk to her at all? Let go." I try shaking his hand from my wrist, but he pulls me into him. It's not possessive or angry. It's pleading. He needs my help. I can feel the pull I try to fight.

　　"She's in a ...