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teeth.
    He propelled himself forward, making her glance up.
    He threw her his best grin. “Hi, Ellie.”
    She glared. “Oh… you.”
    “How did the interview go?”
    “I got the job, thank you very much.”
    “Congratulations. I’m pleased for you, seriously.”
    “Oh... Thanks.”
    He sat down on the couch without waiting to be invited. “So when can we expect to see articles by Ellie Davison in The New York Guardian ?”
    “It’s Eleanor… and I don’t know.”
    “Why not?”
    “Well…” She winced. “Here’s something for you to gloat about. Robertson wants me to write a front-page story for The New York Spin .”
    A smirk beyond Joseph’s control appeared on his lips. “The tabloid?”
    “Yes. It’s hilarious, isn’t it?”
    He folded his arms across his chest. “Well, it’s a surprise… Now there’s a headline for you: Investigative journalist sells out big time!”
    “Shut up… I know.”
    “Whatever happened to your duty to report the news – to educate, enlighten, and… what was it?”
    A scowl of contempt appeared on her beautiful face. “It’s just one story, okay. If I can do this, then he’ll let me work for the broadsheet. I’m a good writer and I want to use my talent to expose the truth. I know the value of good journalism.”
    “Oh yeah? Then why the hell are you sitting outside Blair Robertson’s office? You know it’s all just a machine, right?”
    “What? No it’s not.”
    He leaned closer. “Ellie, allow me to explain how News Scape works.”
    “I know how the media works, thank you.”
    “Do you? Have you seen the never-ending cycle of disposable stars, whose glamorous lives are splashed daily across the papers and TV channels?”
    “Obviously – I have eyes. What’s your point?”
    “Well, did you ever stop to realise that those papers and TV channels are owned and controlled by the very same organization as the stars themselves?”
    “So what?”
    “So, News Scape uses sex, sensationalism, and quick-fix thrills to make people like me famous, and then they exploit us for every cent until the public gets tired of the latest craze and demands the next best thing. I’m currently the latest craze, right? I’m huge; bigger than Elvis – adored by millions.”
    She feigned admiration. “And yet still so modest.”
    “Maybe not. But I’m not stupid either. At the moment, Robertson Records are using my music for their own gain, but soon some other clone will be found to replace me and I’ll be forgotten.”
    “Poor you, Joseph, having wealth, fame, and adoration thrust upon you so cruelly by bad old News Scape.”
    He ignored her sarcasm. “Ellie, my point is that everyone forgets it’s all being controlled by one puppet-master: Mr Blair Robertson. He owns the whole damn thing. Don’t you see?”
    Eleanor scoffed. “Yeah, yeah – it’s all a big secret conspiracy.”
    “It’s not a secret.”
    She rubbed her eyes. “Look, Joseph, I want to… I just feel if I can get in there, then maybe I can make a difference from the inside.”
    Joseph shook his head. “Impossible. They’ll change you .”
    She stared at him with serious eyes – the jokey banter forgotten. “You’re wrong. Just because you can’t change things with your music, it doesn’t mean no one can. One person can make a difference. We all have the power to stand strong against the tide.”
    Joseph gazed at her. He could see she really believed it. It was quite inspiring in a sweet kind of way. “Well, I wish you luck with that.”
    “There’s no need for sarcasm.”
    “I mean it. I honestly hope you succeed.”
    She gazed at him suspiciously. “Thank you.” She closed her eyes and composed herself. “Life is simply giving me a test and I can handle it. This is a passing event in my life – like a bit of bad weather on the road to achieving my goals. And we’ve all gotta take the rain as well as the sunshine, right?”
    He smiled. It was true. He wanted to say ‘Ellie,