Private Scandals

Angela. She doesn’t pay me.”
    “Just a couple of pals helping each other out?”
    She didn’t care for the edge in his voice. “I wouldn’t say Angela and I were pals. We are friends, and she’s been very generous with me. The news division doesn’t have a problem with my personal association with Angela, or with the time I give her.”
    “So I hear. But then the entertainment division wouldn’t step back from applying a little pressure when they’ve got the clout of a top-rated show.” He rocked back on his heels, studying her. “It makes me wonder why Angela would go to the trouble just to use you.”
    Her hackles rose. “She isn’t using me. I’m learning from her. And learning is something I find useful.”
    “Learning what, exactly?”
    How to be the best, she thought, but cautiously kept that thought to herself. “She has incredible interviewing skills.”
    “That she does, but yours seem sharp enough to me.” He paused. “At least on soft news.”
    She nearly snarled, delighting him. “I enjoy what I do, and if I didn’t, it still wouldn’t be any of your business.”
    “An accurate statement.” He should have dropped the subject, but he knew too well what Angela could do with her claws once they were dug in. Unless he missed his guess, Deanna would bleed fast and copiously. “Would you listen to a friendly warning about Angela?”
    “No. I make up my mind about people on my own.”
    “Suit yourself. I wonder,” he continued, searching her face. “Are you as tough as you think you are?”
    “I can be tougher.”
    “You’ll need to be.” He released her hand and walked away.
    Alone, Deanna let out a long, steadying breath. Why was it every time she spent five minutes with Finn, she felt asthough she’d run a marathon? Exhausted and exhilarated. Pushing him firmly out of her mind, she tore open Angela’s note. The handwriting was a series of loops and flourishes drawn with a fountain pen.
Deanna darling,
    I have something vitally important to discuss with you. My schedule today is maddening, but I can slip away about four. Meet me for tea at the Ritz. Lobby lounge. Believe me, it’s urgent.
    Love,
    Angela
    Angela hated to be kept waiting. By four-fifteen, she’d ordered a second champagne cocktail and begun to steam. She was about to offer Deanna the chance of a lifetime, and rather than gratitude, she was greeted with rudeness. As a result, she snapped at the waitress when her drink was served, and scowled around the sumptuous lounge.
    The fountain behind her tinkled musically. It soothed her a bit, like the frothy sip of champagne. It wasn’t really drinking, she thought, pleasing herself. It was like tasting success.
    The gilt and glory of the Ritz was a long way from Arkansas, she reminded herself. And she was about to go further yet.
    The reminder of her plans softened the frown on her face. The smile bolstered the courage of a matron with blue-tinted hair who approached for an autograph. Angela was all gracious affability. When Deanna hurried in at twenty after four, she saw Angela chatting amiably with a fan.
    “Excuse me.” Deanna took the seat across from Angela. “I’m sorry I’m late.”
    “Don’t give it a thought.” Waving away the apology, Angela smiled. “So nice to have met you, Mrs. Hopkins. I’m glad you enjoy the show.”
    “I wouldn’t miss it. And you’re even lovelier in person than you are on TV.”
    “Isn’t that sweet?” Angela said to Deanna when they were alone. “She watches the show every morning. Now she’ll be able to brag to her bridge club that she met me in person. Let’s get you a drink.”
    “We’d better make it tea. I’m driving.”
    “Nonsense.” Angela caught the waitress’s attention, tapped her glass, then held up two fingers. “I refuse to celebrate with something as passive as tea.”
    “Then I’d better know what we’re celebrating.” Deanna slipped out of her jacket. One drink, she estimated, could easily last the entire thirty minutes she’d allowed for the meeting.
    “Not until you have your champagne.” Angela smiled coyly before sipping her own. “I really need to thank you again for being such a trouper the other night. It turned out to be a wonderful party.”
    “There wasn’t much to do.”
    “Easy for you to say. You’re able to keep a handle on all those little details.” With a flutter of her fingers, Angela dismissed them. “They just annoy me.” Setting her drink aside