I end the call and lay my phone on my desk. “Christopher says Danielle’s an intern, and he hasn’t had much interaction with her. I told him I recognized her from coming to the restaurant; I didn’t say anything about suspecting she’s the one who went to the reporter about me.”
Anthony doesn’t respond. In fact, he hasn’t said much of anything since we got back to the restaurant after leaving CHI’s offices. “Just because she’s working there doesn’t mean anything,” he finally says.
“If it doesn’t mean anything, why didn’t she tell you she’d gotten an internship with them?” Iris asks. She’s sitting on the couch next to Anthony and places a hand on his shoulder.
He looks up at me. “I knew she’d applied with a few companies. We hadn’t discussed details, I mean it’s not like she’s my girl or an
