(Chase)"Okay," I say. "Tell me."The box is still open between us.She looks at it, so I close the lid."It'll keep," I say. "Talk."She gets up.Walks to the counter, turns around, holds onto it behind her with both hands.Interrogation over.Now she's the one in the chair, so to speak."The interview," she says."The one I did to correct the record. Dana Whitfield, at Larchmont.""I remember.""Halfway through it I announced my firm.""You told a reporter about the firm?""No. Worse."She grips the counter harder."I told a reporter before there was any firm yet. There was nothing. Not a lease, not a hire, nothing. She asked what was next for me and I heard myself describe a company that didn't exist. On tape."Nobody says anything for a second."So when I leased the office," she says, "And hired Priya, and let you think you were finding out early, you weren't.”She chews her bottom lip nervously.“A journalist knew before you did. There's a second piece coming. I can’t believe it
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