by Sophia Lynn
“We can keep talking about you. I have a feeling this isn’t the assignment you actually wanted at the Sentinel.”
“I’m trying to be polite. I just…and don’t take this the wrong way,” she said.
“Oh, I won’t.”
“But this is a puff piece. I could be easily asking the same questions for Us Weekly or People. This is not at all my type of journalism. To be perfectly frank…” she started, biting her lower lip a little.
“Why stop now?” he asked, chuckling.
“Look, usually I’d be covering political news in America’s capital. This is a side diversion, so I really just have to type whatever gets the inches filled and record the right quotes tonight at the press conference. If you can just go through the spiel for my recorder, then we can both be closer to freedom.”
He leaned lower and traced a finger over her shoulder, smoothing back her golden hair. “Of course, if that’s what you actually want, Miss Sinclair. We can go by the book…but perhaps one day you should learn to hide your disdain for the assignment you’re currently on. It’ll get your subjects to open up more,” he said, leaning so close that his lips were hovering over her left ear. “I’d open up so much for you.”
She stood up fast and swallowed hard. “I think I’ll just get what I need from your press secretary. I...until tonight at the press conference, Sheikh Bahan.”
“Yes, we meet again, Miss Sinclair,” he finished, enjoying the view as she walked out of the office.
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