I had a job to do.
An assignment I had been hoping for.
To anyone else it might have appeared easy.
Interview the well-known plastic surgeon, Dr. Kean Bennett.
Determined to succeed, I powered right into it.
Except the man hated the media with an inexplainable passion.
And he despised me for being another annoying journalist chasing a story.
That’s when I screwed up.
I gave the surgeon the power to destroy me.
I’ve always believed there could be good hiding in the darkness, but maybe I was mistaken.
I came to that conclusion much too late.
I had already risked my life to get what I wanted.