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After two days of difficult meetings with board members and lawyers, the last person Lyle wanted to run into was a reporter. Especially a good reporter like Chelsea York, with great sources in the Seattle and West Coast business world, one who knew enough to be trouble.
“One drink,” she kept saying as she dragged him toward the nearest coffee shop. “We really need to talk. I’m hearing crazy things.”
Over cups of soup, she grilled him until his eyes wanted to cross. “You were always my most frustrating interview subject,” she told him after about half an hour. “You give nothing away. It’s maddening.”
“That’s because there’s nothing in it for me. You need to make it worth my while.”
“Okay…just tell me how I can do that.” Chelsea leaned forward, eyes sparkling. They’d gone out to dinne
