The Blackfire Protocol by Clifford Beck - HTML preview

Chapter 36

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As with undergraduate work, the more one immerses oneself in their studies, the faster time seems to progress, and after only one year, Betsy graduated with her Master’s degree in journalism. Her Master’s thesis was so intriguing and well-written that before she graduated, she was offered a job with the Washington Post. The editor assigned her stories on anything political, and in DC this meant walking a fine line between what should be exposed and what could get one killed. Betsy quickly learned to tell the difference. Meanwhile, Frank had begun his PhD studies and still had to deal with the occasional unannounced visits from the men, who often conveyed the will of the group they represented. According to them, he was on track with his education and, after graduating, would secure a position teaching constitutional law at the college he graduated from. When the day arrived, he was again met by his parents as well as Betsy. Never having met his parents, introductions were made, and, of course, his mother quietly hinted at her desire that they become serious.

“She seems like such a nice girl, Frank,” she said. “You should bring her over to the farm someday.” But such a gathering would not be possible. As a journalist with the Washington Post, Betsy’s time was dedicated twenty-four, seven to the work of uncovering the corruption of DC’s political machine. Yet, she always managed to see some good in the world and wrote about it whenever possible, even if it appeared in small degrees. And yes, they still managed to spend time together, even if it was

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somewhat less frequent than when they were in school. He would talk about his new teaching career, and she would talk about whatever story she was working on—minus the sources.