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nothing to get excited about."
"Fair enough." Marcelo nodded, and if he was disappointed, it didn't show. "Let me know and copy Sarah whenever you get something drafted."
Sarah asked, "Ellen, did you see those leads I listed on page three? The top one, Julia Guest, said she'd love to talk to us. You might want to start with her."
"Maybe I will." Ellen hid her annoyance, and Marcelo clapped his hands together like a soccer coach.
"Okay, ladies," he said, but his gaze focused on Ellen, and not in a come-hither way. More in a you're-gonna-get-fired way.
"Thanks." She left the office behind Sarah, who slid a sleek Black-Berry from her waist holster and started hitting the buttons. Ellen dumped her stuff on an empty desk on the fly and caught up with Sarah before she started the call. "Hold on, wait a sec."
"What?" Sarah turned, her cell to her ear.
"We need to talk, don't you think?"
"Maybe later," Sarah answered, but Ellen wasn't about to let it go. She snatched the phone from Sarah's hand and pressed the End button, then turned on her heel.
"Meet me in the ladies' room if you want your toy back."
Chapter Eighteen
"Give me back my phone!" Sarah held out her palm, her dark eyes flashing. "What's your problem?"
"What's my problem?" Ellen raised her voice, and the sound reverberated off the hard tiles of the ladies' room. "Why are you talking to everyone about me?"
"What do you mean?"
"You told Marcelo I was upset about Courtney, and you told Meredith that I was bad-mouthing Marcelo and Arthur."
"I did no such thing and I want my phone back." Sarah wiggled her hand impatiently, and Ellen slapped the BlackBerry into her palm.
"Meredith told me, and so did Marcelo. Marcelo, Sarah. Our editor. You can get me fired, talking me down to him."
"Oh please." Sarah scoffed. "Meredith misunderstood. I didn't say you said anything bad about them, specifically."
"I didn't say anything about them."
"You called them bastards!" Sarah shot back, leaving Ellen incredulous.
"What? When?"
"In here, before they came for Courtney. You said, "Don't let the bastards get you down.""
"Gimme a break, Sarah. It's an expression. My father says it all the time."
"Whatever, you said it." Sarah snorted. "I only told one person in the newsroom."
"One is enough. That's why they call it a newsroom."
"Meredith never talks."
"Everybody talks, these days."
Sarah rolled her eyes. "You're overreacting."
"And what about Marcelo? You told him, too. You said I wasn't a fan of his."
"He asked me how was morale in the newsroom after Courtney got fired. I told him it was bad and that you felt the same way. That's all." Sarah put her hands on her hips. "Are you telling me you didn't feel that way? That you're happy Courtney got fired?"
"Of course not."
"Then what are you whining about?"
"Don't talk to the boss about me, got it?"
Sarah waved her off. "Whatever I said, it's not gonna hurt you. Marcelo wants you around, and you know why."
Ellen reddened, angry. "You know, that's insulting."
"Whatever. We need to talk about the think piece." Sarah straightened up at the sink. "Do us both a favor and use my lead. Call Julia Guest. My job's riding on this, and I'm not about to let you screw me up."
"Don't worry about it. I'll do my part, you do yours."
"You'd better." Sarah brushed past her for the door, and Ellen heard her mutter under her breath.
Ironically, they were saying the exact same thing:
Bitch.
Chapter Nineteen
Ellen worked on the homicide piece through lunch, reading Sarah's notes and doing her own research before she made any contacts, but she found it almost impossible to concentrate, distracted by thoughts of Karen Batz. Tonight she'd find the file on Will's adoption, and it had to help fill in some of the blanks. She'd already called Connie, who'd agreed to stay late.
Her gaze returned to the notes on her desk, and she told herself to focus on the task at hand. She had to look busy, too, aware that Marcelo was in his office,
"Fair enough." Marcelo nodded, and if he was disappointed, it didn't show. "Let me know and copy Sarah whenever you get something drafted."
Sarah asked, "Ellen, did you see those leads I listed on page three? The top one, Julia Guest, said she'd love to talk to us. You might want to start with her."
"Maybe I will." Ellen hid her annoyance, and Marcelo clapped his hands together like a soccer coach.
"Okay, ladies," he said, but his gaze focused on Ellen, and not in a come-hither way. More in a you're-gonna-get-fired way.
"Thanks." She left the office behind Sarah, who slid a sleek Black-Berry from her waist holster and started hitting the buttons. Ellen dumped her stuff on an empty desk on the fly and caught up with Sarah before she started the call. "Hold on, wait a sec."
"What?" Sarah turned, her cell to her ear.
"We need to talk, don't you think?"
"Maybe later," Sarah answered, but Ellen wasn't about to let it go. She snatched the phone from Sarah's hand and pressed the End button, then turned on her heel.
"Meet me in the ladies' room if you want your toy back."
Chapter Eighteen
"Give me back my phone!" Sarah held out her palm, her dark eyes flashing. "What's your problem?"
"What's my problem?" Ellen raised her voice, and the sound reverberated off the hard tiles of the ladies' room. "Why are you talking to everyone about me?"
"What do you mean?"
"You told Marcelo I was upset about Courtney, and you told Meredith that I was bad-mouthing Marcelo and Arthur."
"I did no such thing and I want my phone back." Sarah wiggled her hand impatiently, and Ellen slapped the BlackBerry into her palm.
"Meredith told me, and so did Marcelo. Marcelo, Sarah. Our editor. You can get me fired, talking me down to him."
"Oh please." Sarah scoffed. "Meredith misunderstood. I didn't say you said anything bad about them, specifically."
"I didn't say anything about them."
"You called them bastards!" Sarah shot back, leaving Ellen incredulous.
"What? When?"
"In here, before they came for Courtney. You said, "Don't let the bastards get you down.""
"Gimme a break, Sarah. It's an expression. My father says it all the time."
"Whatever, you said it." Sarah snorted. "I only told one person in the newsroom."
"One is enough. That's why they call it a newsroom."
"Meredith never talks."
"Everybody talks, these days."
Sarah rolled her eyes. "You're overreacting."
"And what about Marcelo? You told him, too. You said I wasn't a fan of his."
"He asked me how was morale in the newsroom after Courtney got fired. I told him it was bad and that you felt the same way. That's all." Sarah put her hands on her hips. "Are you telling me you didn't feel that way? That you're happy Courtney got fired?"
"Of course not."
"Then what are you whining about?"
"Don't talk to the boss about me, got it?"
Sarah waved her off. "Whatever I said, it's not gonna hurt you. Marcelo wants you around, and you know why."
Ellen reddened, angry. "You know, that's insulting."
"Whatever. We need to talk about the think piece." Sarah straightened up at the sink. "Do us both a favor and use my lead. Call Julia Guest. My job's riding on this, and I'm not about to let you screw me up."
"Don't worry about it. I'll do my part, you do yours."
"You'd better." Sarah brushed past her for the door, and Ellen heard her mutter under her breath.
Ironically, they were saying the exact same thing:
Bitch.
Chapter Nineteen
Ellen worked on the homicide piece through lunch, reading Sarah's notes and doing her own research before she made any contacts, but she found it almost impossible to concentrate, distracted by thoughts of Karen Batz. Tonight she'd find the file on Will's adoption, and it had to help fill in some of the blanks. She'd already called Connie, who'd agreed to stay late.
Her gaze returned to the notes on her desk, and she told herself to focus on the task at hand. She had to look busy, too, aware that Marcelo was in his office,
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