"What? Arranged for the hotel room and the meals?"
She only glared in response.
"I didn't do it just for you," I said. "I did it so we could get this done faster, too."
"Yeah," she said, still tense and pissed. "Whatever."
"I just don't see why it's such a– "
"Because," she fumed. "Because they don't want hired gun editors making too many demands, Mr. Collins. Because if we do, they just go to someone else. Okay, Mr. Collins? So you got your way, but I may get fewer jobs because of it. So there. You f*****g happy now?"
I could only stare back, embarrassed I'd tried to do something nice for her and maybe only screwed up her livelihood.
Then I reached for my phone and dialed.
"Still going well?" Natalie rasped.
"Great," I said. "She's incredible."
Natalie gave a wheezing cackle at
