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cult of regular male viewers.’
    The words were calming. Unsure of his sincerity, Katy was grateful to sidestep the issue. Lying didn’t come naturally to her, which in the future could be potentially problematic given her line of work. Lying by omission she deemed acceptable.
    ‘What do you then?’
          Grinning Oscar revealed straight white teeth.
    ‘You know, Katherine, I detected the merest intimation of displeasure that I hadn’t consulted your online profile before accepting your offer of a date.’
    ‘I didn’t ask you out on a date,’ she corrected. ‘Your rather brief summary on Exclusive Love reads as an open invitation to date whomever crosses you in cyberspace.’
    His chuckling was low and deep, making Katy fuzzy and girlish.
    ‘A fair comment. It doesn’t, however, excuse you from the fact that you slapped my wrist for not checking out your photo when you’ve not read my profile.’
    ‘I have. Asking your line of work was merely a conversational pleasantry.’
    ‘Let’s not bother with those, then. Life’s too short. What is it I do?’ challenged Oscar.
    He was right. Approving his photo and initiating contact on the basis of a physical attraction, Katy was the shallow one. His attire gave away nothing. Her only clue was, unlike the other men online, his picture was stamped with a gold star signifying him as a billionaire.
    ‘Finance. You work in finance.’
    ‘Lucky guess?’
          Katy was unable to resist his charm.
    ‘Maybe.’
    ‘Definitely.
          ‘Okay, you win,’ she conceded.
    ‘I always win,’ he laughed.
    Arrogance was not an attractive quality to Katy, but it befitted Oscar. Passing it off in a humorous, casual way, he blended it with his finer characteristics.
    ‘Are you on a winning streak with me?’
    ‘Too early to say. When you tramped in I would’ve said no. I couldn’t believe from the way you lurched in you were on TV. When you reappeared, my admiration increased tenfold.’
    ‘How rude. My pilgrimage here was trying, but I can’t have looked that bad to be let in by the doormen. They are exceptionally particular with their clientele here.’
    ‘I know. I’ve been occasionally dragged here. I told the doormen to keep an eye out for you and give a subtle signal when you showed up.’
    His confession took the wind from Katy’s sails. Her spirits diminished as her ego deflated.
    ‘I didn’t know you’d been before. I should’ve guessed.’
    ‘Apparently it’s quite the haunt for gold-diggers,’ he said without insinuation. ‘Hence it isn’t my kind of scene, but it’s serene and private enough to talk.’
          ‘Have you come across a lot of gold-diggers since landing in America?’
    Katy wished she had a notebook and pen, or at the very least her Dictaphone. Her cell phone had a voice recorder but turning it on and placing it on the table would not aid her cover. Amused she thought of covertly slipping it on the mantle by the fireplace. Playing it later she’d find snippets of conversation interspersed with the sounds of glasses clinking, staff taking and serving orders, and patrons chatting.
    ‘Believe me, whether America or England, I can reassure you men like me always come across gold-diggers—whatever part of the world we’re in.’
    ‘You said you’ve not been here long?’
    ‘Coming up to a month.’
    ‘How have you found dating?’
    ‘Wow! What’s with the questions tonight? Don’t you take a break?’ he asked glibly.
    The comment was innocent but Katy realized her tactics were not discrete.
    ‘Old habits ingrained in me. Curiosity and a genuine interest in people tends to draw one to journalism.’
    ‘That’s a poetic way of putting it. Generally reporters, especially tattle-tale tabloid gossips have a bad reputation. You make it sound an honorable profession.’
    ‘It is, but only if the stories are based on facts and reported in a balanced voice. The journalist’s opinion should play no