“That’s the whole story,” she said. I sat back in my chair, thinking it over. She added, “Maybe it’s best if no one knows.”
“Probably,” I said. “But we’re in the news business. Truth is our sole concern.”
She scoffed. “Truth!” she exclaimed. “You? You haven’t told the truth in decades.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Maybe you should. I’m tired of your bullshit. You’ve been peddling your narrative of the lone crusader against corruption, but you’re really just as crooked as the rest.”
“I uncovered the mob’s connection to Caesar last year.”
“No, Peter did. Peter sniffed it out, Peter wrote it up, and Peter hasn’t been seen since May. When you, our lofty editor, finally printed his story, you made sure certain names were left out, certain ones added.
“I don’t have to take this,” I began.
“No,” she said. “You really don’t. Fire me whenever you want. I’ll enjoy the severance. It might be best, though, if no one knows. I’m no fan of scandals. If you publicize the McKenzie’s personal tragedy, I’ll finish what Peter started.”
“Bitch!”
“Toad! It’s your choice how you want to play this, but don’t think you can disappear me like Peter. He was new to the city, but I was born here.”
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