“That’s great, Alan. Thanks for giving me the opportunity.”
“Who’s that?” Alan points to Georgie, who’s sitting by my desk. Jon insisted that he come with me to the studio after the security team arrived, and honestly I’m glad to have the company.
“This guy?” I say, leaning down to give him a few scratches on his neck. “He’s rescue dog who belongs to my friend. He was actually rescued from a dogfighting ring similar to the one in the story.”
Alan looks shocked. “Sadie that’s brilliant. We can do a spot tonight about adopting the dogs that are rescued, featuring this one. That’ll keep the momentum going. It’s the perfect angle.”
Nerves swim in my gut. I wouldn’t directly be reporting on Jack, but still, it could anger him. Despite what I said to Jon this morning about not being intimidated, I can’t shake the unease that last night’s threat left on me. I want to do a good job and take this story farther, but I also have to admit, I’m scared. But Alan’s expression is so eager, and I can’t let him down.
“Sounds great. I can reach out to the rescues. I’m sure one of them will be thrilled for a reporter with a cameraman to come by and get some footage today. I expect they’ll receive an influx of applications by the morning.”
“Great. People love animals, and a good story. This pup here will help put a hopeful spin to your story yesterday and keep people invested.”
I smile. “Perfect.”
He ducks out, and I go back to work following up on the story while one of my stoic bodyguards stands outside the door. They’re nice enough, stationed at various places between me and the entrance to the studio. Now that I’m here, it seems like a little much. Especially since I’m still the new girl in the office, and I hate to think my colleagues think I’m a diva. But I do feel better knowing that there’s someone watching my back.
I call around to various rescues, and they’re all excited we’ll be doing the story. I arrange for one of our junior reporters to get some footage, and work through the questions I want her to ask at the rescue. The entire morning I receive emails with cute pictures of dogs and their profiles. I struggle to pick the few that we’ll feature, and I hope the ones we don’t feature will still benefit from the exposure tonight. Once I have my copy written, and coordinate the graphics with the production team and approve the final edit of the video we’ll be running, with Georgie by my side, I head into the studio to start the show. It’s been a chaotic day but he’s been a champ. Snoozing for most of the day at my feet.
I take my place behind the giant stage desk and place Georgie beside me. “Sit, boy.”
He does, looking up at me patiently. Honestly, he’s the sweetest dog. They all are. I know now why Jon rescued all of them. Reporting on the dogfighting ring was gruesome. I couldn’t have imagined the unbelievable cruelty people were capable of inflicting on such helpless creatures. I have to look away from sweet Georgie’s face before I start crying and ruin my makeup before we start rolling.
And Jon…he is amazing. He let slip that he might love me this morning, and it hadn’t terrified me the way that I thought it would. Because it is fast. Really fast, but all that I can think about is the way he cradled me and carried me to bed last night. When I was at my most vulnerable and needed him, he was there. Without hesitation or conditions, he made me feel safe and loved and so much more.
“Good job,” Bill says, joining me at the desk with a grin. “I think it took me almost two years before I got my first death threat. That you got one on your first story out of the gate means you’re doing something right.”
I give him a courtesy smile, choosing not to correct him. This was very much not my first story. Not by a long shot. The station has used plenty of my stories and research, this is just the first time they let me, rather than Bill, do the on air reporting.
“Also, that’s a good play with Lawson. The guard out there told me he’d hired the security for you. I guess you guys really it off after that interview.” He leers at me and I feel sick. “I really underestimated you. I hadn’t pegged you as being ruthless. But you use what you’ve got, and I respect that.”
“What?” I can’t believe what he’s insinuating.
“I can do the same research you can, sweetheart. I looked into your story to make sure it was solid, just so I could be sure we wouldn’t need to make any corrections. And while I was doing that, I saw Lawson’s name. So I can only assume that he’s the one that gave you the tip.