Ellie ran out of the studios, trying to dial Dennis as she dodged around cars in the sprawling carpark. She stopped long enough to do it properly, then sprinted for her car as the phone rang.
“You’ve reached Dennis Connor, CEO of Bannerman Wealth Group. Leave a message or call my secretary.”
Far out, who includes their acting title on a voicemail? Ellie didn’t bother to leave a message. At her car she dug around in her handbag for keys.
“Ellie! Wait, we’d like to ask some questions.”
Not far behind, a reporter with a camera crew was hurrying her way.
She fumbled, dropping the keys. No way was she talking to any more media. Ellie snatched the keys off from the ground, lips tight to hold back a scream at how Teresa Scarcella tricked her. She slid into the driver’s seat and had the motor
