Chapter 3

“Damn straight. My reporter, their airwaves. Could be a steppingstone for you, though. Big leagues.”

Bigger money. That sounded good. Intern, to associate producer, to on air talent, my rise up the WTWN ladder had come rather quickly. I’d pictured myself getting rich on a local newscaster’s salary. A Stephanopoulos, Strahan, Roker, or Anderson Cooper-size paycheck, that was the kind of income I’d need now for real, to get out of the hole I’d dug myself into only six months in on what I actually got paid each week.

“I’m happy where I am, Frase.” That was true, too.

“I know someday you’ll want something more.”

“Maybe someday.”