Game-face firmly on, makeup and hair perfect, Ellie strode into the foyer where a podium was set up. Dennis’ insistence on making a formal press statement might get them off her back for a while, but as the media group turned, she somehow doubted it.
“There she is!”
Dennis met her and took her arm, as though escorting her out of concern. His hand squeezed her hard though and he whispered, “About damned time,” through a smile.
Paul was there with a couple of his security guards and they made a path past the group. Dennis and Ellie reached the podium and turned their backs on the media.
“Teresa Scarcella is your target. Get her onside and she’ll back off.”
“And how do I do that?”
“I’ve written the statement, so you need only to look like you know what you’re doing and read it. Meredith
