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Saffi
I entered my boss’s office—the editor in charge of city news—and closed the door. I was about to lay a bomb on him, which had the potential to change my life. Well, that was the idea, anyway.
He waved me to the chair opposite his desk, continuing to tap on his computer’s keyboard.
“Done in a sec, Saffi,” he said.
I cooled my heels for a couple minutes, looking around at the framed articles and awards covering the walls. “Ed, is this a good time? Because I can come back.”
“What? No, it’s great.” He hit send on his computer, took off his glasses, and turned to me. “You have my full attention now. Sorry about that. My mother’s going into a home, and I had to get some insurance information to the administrator there.”
Now I felt like a shithead. “Oh, gosh. I didn’t know that. I’m sorry.”
He waved away her concerns. “It’s for the best. We should have done it ages ago.”
He folded his hands on his desk and looked at me expectantly.
I took a deep breath. “Okay then. I wanted to
pitch you a story idea. It’s completely different from anything I’ve done here. In fact, it’s pretty different from anything the City Desk has done.”
Ed sat back in his chair. “Really? You’ve got me intrigued.”
“It’s a bit of a sensitive topic, but I’m going to speak frankly if you don’t mind.”
A dribble of sweat ran down the back of my neck.
“You can always be straight with me, Saffi. We’re a news organization. We’ve seen it all.”
Well, he might not have seen this one…
“Ed, have you ever heard of Club Silk?”
His brows knit. “Yeah, I have. That sex club, right? We looked into it a couple years back and couldn’t determine whether or not it really existed. Couldn’t get any leads, so we dropped it. Concluded it was an urban myth.”
Maybe I was gonna be the office hero, after all.
“It does exist Ed. And I want to do a story on it.”
His mouth opened. Then it closed.
“Are are you sure? We determined there was no such place. And even if there were, wouldn’t you want to give the story to a more senior member of the staff—”
Yeah. Um, fuck no.
I cut him off. “I can do it. I want to do it. I want to prove myself, show you I can do reporting beyond Little League and Garden Clubs.”
That didn’t sound too complain-y, did it?
He studied me, no doubt looking at me in a new light. One of a professional, confident, and talented woman, do doubt.
Actually, no.
“I really think this ought to be assigned to—”
No fucking way.
I smiled sweetly. “I got the lead. And I’m not passing it on. I’m just not.” I gripped my hands until they started to go numb.
