The head of PR walks into my office without knocking just as I hang up on yet another call, failing to convince the man on the other end to keep trusting me.
"What would help, is for you and the journalist to be seen together," the PR guy informs me, typing something on his phone and not looking at me. "There's the Ventures’ birthday party tonight in the Hamptons, it's not too late to RSVP."
"No," I bark. "Nicole West is out of my life, and that's how it'll stay."
I sent Thompson to move her out of the apartment hours ago, because the thought of facing her tonight kept making me nauseous. She's gone now.
"She left her office early this morning and hasn't been seen since," the PR guy says. "The first articles about her being missing are already popping up online. Maybe you could at leas
