Suffering

Sanya's eyes narrowed, her annoyance palpable as she leaned forward, her elbows on the desk, her hands clasped together in a tight grip. Her gaze was intense, her eyes locked on Tyler's with an unspoken challenge. "Is that important?" she asked, her voice low and even, but laced with a hint of irritation.

Tyler's jaw clenched, his teeth gritted in response to Sanya's confrontational demeanor. "The whereabouts of my source remains my business," he growled, his eyes flashing with a hint of defensiveness. "I'm not some rookie journalist who reveals their sources without a fight."

Sanya's expression didn't waver, her eyes still boring into Tyler's. "I have no business with regards to where you had gotten your information," she continued, her voice measured, but with an undercurrent of tension. "All I'm asking is to know whether or not you have gotten such information from a good and reliable source."

Tyler's eyes narrowed, his gaze locked on Sanya's, the air between them thick with unspok
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