and earned good grades in university. She worked as a volunteer on the Silhouette, a campus student paper at McMaster University in Hamilton. The field of journalism appealed to her and she often cut classes to spend more time at the paper. She eventually worked her way up to news editor in her final year before graduation. After a stint as an intern at the Hamilton Spectator, Cannon was hired full-time and built a reputation as a crime reporter. Her hard-hitting reports drew the attention of Toronto media. Braden Young lured her to the Daily Express a year ago. The big city had the attraction of bigger and better stories and the chance to build a national news reputation. Cannon dated occasionally but there was no one seriously in her life until the day she met Andrew Chase at a cocktail party. She was immediately attracted to his rugged handsome looks. Even though he was much older than her, he was a charming man, with a good sense of humor. At the time she didn’t know he was the Publisher of the paper and her boss. He’d just said he was in management. The next day a dozen red roses were delivered to her desk in the newsroom. Attached was a small note: “How About Dinner Sometime? Andrew.” Cannon took a lot of razzing from her news colleagues about the flowers. There was considerable interest in finding out more about her secret admirer. But Katie wasn’t talking and kept the identity of the sender to herself. Two nights later, a long romantic dinner at Sotto Sotto was capped off with a pitcher of vodka martinis and conversation well into the night. They left as the restaurant was closing. Chase took her back to his place. One look at his opulent condo apartment and she knew he was in an entirely different league from her. He then admitted his true identity as publisher of the Daily Express and her first instinct was to flee. But she’d had too much to drink, she really did find him sexy and charming and it had been a few months since she had been laid. What the hell! It was a night of passion and tenderness, as Katie had never before experienced. Chase was an infinitely patient lover who gently kissed her. He started nibbling at her neck and worked his way down her body slowly. He caressed her with nimble fingers and built a wave of passion that caused her to shudder to the core of her very being. Then, as the wave began to build to a crescendo of desire, he would ease off. The wave receded. She cried out for more. He started again and the wave returned stronger than ever. Their bodies melted together. The frenzy built until they were both spent and fell asleep amid a glow of warmth, sexual glow, and satisfaction. Katie felt sure that this would just be a one-night affair for Andrew. She was resigned to the fact that when she left the following morning she would probably not hear from him again. That was fine with her because a long-term relationship could never work between them. They were from two different worlds. Besides, he was her boss after all. The next day at work she was surprised to receive another delivery of two dozen roses with a note from Andrew thanking her for a great evening and asking for another date. Things took off from there in their relationship. But Katie laid down some firm ground rules. She wanted to keep their relationship secret for now. They avoided public places where they might encounter people from work. They would usually return to her apartment rather than his. She felt more comfortable there anyway. When Andrew inevitably brought things to an end between them she would never have gotten used to the luxury of his world. Her career was important to her. She wanted to win the respect of her colleagues for her work. She didn’t want them thinking her career was being built by sleeping with the publisher. Cannon finished transcribing her notes. She cleared some of the clutter on her desk and glanced up at the clock on the far wall of the newsroom. 10:58 a.m. She