<ul>""That's fascinating," Lily said with approval, knowing full well what a hemopathologist specialized in. "Our magazine did a piece a few years ago about the evolutionary relationship between sickle cell anaemia and malaria and a pharmaceutical company capitalizing on it. We interviewed a hemopathologist."<br/><br/>She cursed herself for bringing work into his. It was difficult to talk about anything else when her all of her days were spent behind her desk, rifling through stories, and deciding which ones were worth telling. The female was about to apologize when her phone began to ring. Frowning softly, she opened her purse to shut it off and eyed the caller.<br/><br/>"Oh, I'm so sorry. This is a work emergency, I have to take this." Bringing the phone to her ear, she sighed softly. "What's going on?"<br/><br/>The colour seemed to drain from her face instantly. "Have you contacted the authorities? When was the last time you heard from them?" Words rushed from the other end, her assistant in a frenzy. The call was over quickly, and as she turned phone off, she was already gathering her things. <br/><br/>"I feel awful, Amsu. But I have to leave. Two of our reporters that were investigating the rise of cults in this area have gone missing tonight. Headquarters are a mess and I need to go deal with this." She had never been more disappointed to cut a date short. Lily truly had been enjoying his company.<br/></ul>