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to her, she groaned inwardly as she settled back in her chair.
    She didn't know what she was doing. It wasn't as if she could turn back time and stop George from writing the article about Sadiq or to stop the presses somehow. The only good that could come out of this was if the magazine issued an apology in the next issue, which was worthless. The damage was already done. All of Sadiq's efforts to help his brother had gone down the drain.
    And besides, judging by Higgins's nonchalance to her presence, an apology or retraction was unlikely. He didn't seem at all bothered that they were ruining lives.
    As the in-house photographer, she knew that she had no right to complain about the way they did their stories, but what they had done was wrong. They had taken Sadiq's trust and had thrown it right back at his face. And for what? For more numbers ? They were turning one of the most respected business magazines into a tabloid for a few extra bucks?
    She'd felt sick after reading the article and had immediately confronted George about it, but all he could talk about was how he was going places and how he was the next big thing. And when she'd asked for his source, he hadn't budge, talking about confidentiality and trustworthiness, as if he had any!
    But she was just as bad, wasn't she?
    Even though there was nothing she could've done to have prevented any of this, she had mentally kicked herself thousands of times after reading the article.
    Why hadn't she asked to read the article before it was sent to print? She should've at least made the effort. Considering how proud George was of the article, she was sure he would've shown it to her if she had shown any interest.
    But she hadn't. She hadn't even picked up the issue until today. Though she'd constantly thought about Sadiq, she hadn't wanted to see the pictures she'd taken. She'd been feeling on the edge since he'd left their room in Atal and felt like anything could send her off the brink, crying.
    She would do anything to go back in time and relive those times in Atal with him. She had missed everything about him - their lovemaking, that cocky smile of his, the way he would bring her body up to a hug and kiss her...
    She closed her eyes as she tried to control her feelings. While she was here, moping for him, he had no doubtingly, moved on already. She blinked back the tears at the thought of him in bed with someone else.
    "Jenny." Higgins said in a condescending tone that Jenny didn't care for. "I understand your concern." Jenny clenched her fists underneath the table. Higgins had undoubtedly seen the photos of her and Sadiq leaving the restaurant on the night of their first date and thought that her sense of injustice was because of how she felt for Sadiq.
    "Mr. Higgins, this isn't about that," she said sternly. "You know that this is wrong. We're exploiting the people who trust us to-"
    "You mean the people who are exploiting us for their own means." His eyes lit up in amusement as he stared down at her. "Jenny, you know that these businessmen don't come to us out of the goodness of their hearts, to help us with our sales. They want publicity. Good old fashioned publicity to get their business up in the air."
    She knew what he was saying was true. Sadiq had tried to use the magazine to get good publicity for Grocer Dan, but that didn't mean that the magazine was right to have done what they had. If someone took the time to sit down for an interview, it was common decency not to say reveal the person's secrets for one issue , at the least.
    "Mr. Higgins, magazines and businessmen have a symbiotic relationship together. They help us by giving us a story and we give them free publicity."
    "Those days are over." Higgins turned his computer screen into her view and she was faced with a graph with a line that shot up. Way up . "Jenny, look at our numbers for the month. There are the best numbers we've had in years ." He pointed at the issue with Sadiq's photo on his desk. "This is