“Sophie, thank God. I hadn’t heard from you all night. How did the club go? Did you find Lockwood and get him to agree to the exclusive interview?”
The phone cracked in Emery’s hold as he squeezed it. He didn’t say a word.
“Hello? Sophie? I know you don’t like me calling when you’re facing deadlines, but the paper can only give you a week. I told you that when you begged me for this story. If you can’t get the Lockwood interview, it’s done. You’ll need to move on to a new subject if you want your next paycheck. I’m sorry, but that’s the way it’s got to be,” the woman said.
“Don’t worry. Ms. Ryder will get you an exclusive interview.” He didn’t care that his tone was cold enough to frost the entire island. He didn’t give the woman a chance to respond. He hung up on her, then put the phon
