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though.”
    Stephanie gave her a sidelong glance. “What the hell are you blathering on about now?”
    Carly crossed her arms. “The morning co-anchor position should have been mine. And if things go the way I think they will with Chance,” she said cheerfully, “it will be.”
    Stephanie had enough on her plate, trying to come up with a way to get Kenny back. If she had to juggle taking Carly down too, however, so be it. No one screwed with her best friend. “Amber has the co-anchor spot. Deal with it.”
    “Yes, but for how long? You see, Chance just gave me an unexpected, ah, chance.”
    Stephanie rolled her eyes. “I bet.”
    “He called me back into his office after you left and, well, he offered me a nice little gig to get me off the evening shift.”
    “Yay,” Stephanie said flatly.
    “Maybe you’ve heard of the position? What is it called again?” Carly placed a perfectly manicured finger to her collagen-injected lips. “Oh, that’s right—News Director.”
    Her pulse quickened again, but this time for a very different reason. “What?”
    She gave Stephanie a dazzling smile. “That’s right.” And because Carly was Carly, she couldn’t stop there. The knife was in—she just had to twist it, for good measure. “Oh, and I have to tell you how saddened I was to hear about the sudden demise of your relationship with that rich hottie.”
    Stephanie forced herself to take slow, deep breaths while she stared at the coffee carafe. This woman was dangerously close to having it introduced to her face. How had she found out about Clay anyway? She turned to the tramp, giving her best bitch face in the process.
    “Don’t worry,” Carly continued. “I haven’t told a soul.” She patted her arm. “You poor thing.”
    She looked down at the hand that was touching her before looking up into the face of the evil it was attached to. “How the fuck would you know anything about it?”
    Pulling her hand back, Carly grimaced. “So vulgar.”
    Stephanie took a step closer to get right in her face. “Answer me.”
    “Donna’s an acquaintance.” Carly shrugged. “That’s all.”
    She gave a mirthless snort of laughter. “Of course. I guess she filled you in at the last Loose Women Unlimited meeting?”
    Carly ignored the dig. “It’s so sad. You’ve always been alone for the annual Valentine’s Day gala and, well, I guess this year won’t be any different.” She shook her head. “So, so sad. Ooh, perhaps I can get Chance to be my date. He’s a much more interesting prospect than the guy I’d planned to take.”
    The bile had risen so far from the pit of Stephanie’s stomach, she was surprised she was not yet frothing at the mouth. She eyed the nearly empty carafe with great longing.
    I will go to jail. I will go to jail. I will go to jail.
    That was her mantra whenever she dealt with soulless, brain-dead people, which meant she had to repeat it often.
    “I mean, obviously, the man likes me—to give me such a huge promotion that I wasn’t even up for...” Sighing contentedly, she stared off into space.
    Stephanie calmly picked up the carafe and poured the remainder of coffee into the sink.
    Carly turned to her again. “You know, it’s too bad. If you were still Assistant News Director, you’d be working for me. But, now with you being a big secretary and all...” She threw her head back and laughed as she made her way out of the break room.
    Screw Clay and his bed bunny. He’d hurt Stephanie’s pride more than anything. She had never loved him. She’d loved the idea of him—the idea that maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t completely incapable of having a relationship work for longer than a year. There’d only been one man whose betrayal had ever hit her where it truly hurt—that bastard, Frank Alford. Maybe it was because he’d been the first one to screw her over. No, the real sting had come from finding out that bitch, Carly, had gotten the position that was rightfully