Ignoring the cries and shouts of “Olivia!” I turn and run with trembling legs back up the drive to the house.
The world is mad.
I burst into the kitchen, to find Tanya, Eddie, and Melissa transfixed in front of the Daily World.
“Oh, no,” I say, my heart plunging. “Don’t read it. Honestly. It’s just … stupid … tabloid …”
All three of them raise their he and regard me as though I’m some kind of alien.
“You charge … five hundred pounds an hour?” Tanya doesn’t seem quite in control of her voice.
“They offered you full equity partnership?” Melissa looks green. “And you said no? Are you crazy?”
“Don’t read this stuff!” I try to grab the paper. “Mrs. Geiger, I just want to carry on as usual. I’m still your housekeeper—”
“You’re one of the country’s top legal talents!” Tanya jabs the paper
