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The second that Cameron got off the plane from Tokyo and bid Smith goodnight, she got a call from Erika. She made a face at her cell phone, but answered as she slid into her Uber.
“This had better be good,” Cam said, trying to sound as imperious as Smith did when he answered calls. “I’m coming off a thirteen-hour flight.”
“You need to come in,” Erika said, her voice flat and monotone. “We’re here in the main conference room at The Daily News.”
“What, now?”
“Yes, now!” Erika snapped. “This is your last chance to see your name anywhere near the byline of this story.”
Cam bit her lip. She’d known this moment was coming. Hell, she’d wanted it for longer than she could’ve imagined. Only now that she was close enough to taste it, there was Smith to worry about.
Smith, and the fact she
