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asked.
    Sikes slammed his notebook shut, the sound reverberating throughout the vacant house. He grabbed his bag, signaled his bodyguard, and faced Wesley.
    “If you can think of anything we need to know, or any reason someone would murder him for a file on you, let us know.”
    Wesley nodded.
    “Other questions might come up later.”
    Wesley grit his teeth as rebellion welled inside him. He hated these stupid games. “You know where to find me.”

Chapter Four
    “Fans loved your interview with Chad on the night he died. You did a great job.”
    “Here we go,” Caitlyn muttered as she straightened a wall photo before sliding into the vinyl chair across Blake’s massive desk to listen to his speech. Rumor had it the reason his office was barely decorated was because he spent all his money to secure the building’s prime location in downtown Austin and the rest of his money went on frames for his wall. Six employees were cramped amongst two rooms and Blake’s was larger than both of those rooms put together.
    Photos and awards of past assignments littered his walls, and since the only time anyone was allowed access to his office was when they were summoned, it was a joke amongst the employees that they had to straighten one wall hanging before leaving and maybe eventually they’d all be straight. Although Caitlyn was pretty sure she’d straightened the same one several times.
    Four large file cabinets bracketed two small ones, supposedly storing every article ever printed though no one had access to the cabinets and couldn’t test that theory. Blake kept all his secrets behind lock and key.
    “Our subscriptions have doubled since your article,” Blake continued. “We’ve received thousands of emails and followers, fans begging for more.”
    Caitlyn waited, her posture rigid against the seat’s edge. Blake wasn’t finished.
    “But people are begging us for more on Wesley. We’re posting teasers on our blog, but they want more.”
    “So? I won’t do it.”
    She was still plucking the nettles from her heart at her last visit with Wesley. Did he have to be so cruel? Did he have to pretend what they shared hadn’t been special, at least at that time in their life?
    I’m at a different place in my life. I don’t need you trying to pick up things where we left off.
    He thought she was after a reunion. Like she was that desperate.
    The vinyl chair crackled as Caitlyn settled back and studied her boss. Blake’s chair engulfed him and he sat like a reigning king. Fingers steepled, elbows rested on his massive desk. Light purple drapes and dark-colored wood complimented his imperial but sparse design, a decor Caitlyn considered hideous.
    “Should I send Patricia instead?”
    Blake used the trick that worked on other employees, resorting to reverse psychology to get them to do what he wanted. If she didn’t do it, he’d send someone else. Someone else would receive the fame, the recognition, and may even gain a reward and a raise.
    She wasn’t seeking fame or recognition, but she could definitely use the raise he’d promised. Her rent had increased and she hated the thought of moving. The house was near enough to work it didn’t take her an hour to commute. Plus, her gas-guzzling car was eight years old, and Blake was stingy when it came to raises.
    This should have been an easy job. Approach Wesley, get an interview, and walk away.
    “If you think she can get something none of the other reporters have managed, maybe it’s a good idea.”
    “Some men prefer blondes.”
    Caitlyn brought a hand to her own coffee colored hair and twisted it into a ponytail, but let it go since she didn’t have a holder to secure it.
    Did Wesley prefer blondes? He never had before. “If you say so.” She was accustomed to Blake’s tactics by now. “I’ll give her all the information I know so far and she can go next time.”
    “Is that what you really want?” Blake popped an antacid into his mouth.
    “Would you