CHAPTER ONE

      "My network's twenty–million-dollar-a-year morning anchor just got arrested for soliciting a prostitute."

      While I've made a habit of getting major exclusives as a television reporter, this latest juicy scoop brought the conversation at our dinner table to a screeching halt.

      And the next words you hear should tell you that you need to get out of your conventional mode of thinking.

      "She hired a prostitute?"

      That's right. She.

      See what I mean? You naturally assumed said morning anchor was a man looking for a hookup with some silicone babe on a Manhattan street corner. But nooooo, in this case we're talking about television's reigning "It Girl" who heretofore was assumed to be pure as the driven snow by the network executives who hired her.

      At least they got the driven part right.

      Snow White in handcuffs.

      Film at eleven.

      This simple text message from my contact at the cop shop meant the bigwigs who ran my network would be looking for a replacement. Immediately. You can't exactly get the kids ready for school while watching an anchor who thinks half 'n' half is something other than what you put in your coffee. Anyway, it wouldn't take long for the vultures who wanted the job to start circling.

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