A few questions my ass.
Lis doesn’t know how to only ask a few questions. If you agree to an interview with her, you’re there for the long haul.
The wave of nausea seems to be returning. It’s hard to say if it’s the morning sickness or how much I don’t want to fucking deal with this reporter at this point.
It strikes me that I could puke on her just to get her to leave.
But then…she might put two and two together and figure out my predicament.
Christ. Who am I kidding?
I’m standing here with a pregnancy test in hand. She knows already.
There’s no need for me to be standing in front of the pregnancy test kits if I’m not thinking about buying one. And if I’m thinking about buying a test kit, I must be thinking I’m pregnant. Lis can be obnoxious, but she’s not dumb.
“Tell me, Elsa,” Lisa taps her red pen onto her notebook. “What do you know of Tanner’s family?”
The question makes me narrow my eyes. Where’s she going with this?
“I mean, you know…what do you know about his mother, father?” Lisa raises one eyebrow into a perfect arch while the other one stays dead straight. “Story is that he’s from the wrong side of the tracks…but you know how stories go, right?”
“You’re the spin master, Lis. People like Tanner and I are just characters in your wicked little web.”
“Maybe so. Looks like you’re about to enter a new chapter, huh. Is it his?”
“Bold question, Langley.”
“I’m a bold reporter. What about Tanner and his rise in the company Crooked Halo? He was pretty young at the time, right? Something more to his rise to career fame than meets the eye? Did he sleep his way to the top?”
“I wonder the same thing about you all the time.”
“What about his mother? Do you know anything about her? Single woman, maybe threw herself at different men, and then when Tanner was born…”
It’s getting more and more tempting to just push her into a shelf of maxi pads and leave h
er to concoct whatever story she wants to.
Deep down, I know that’s not the best way to handle this situation. I need to keep a clear head and come up with a strategy.
“You ask a lot of questions, Lis.”
“You don’t answer many, though. What gives, Elsa? You’re usually better at the back and forth than this. Pregnancy brain?”
“You’re asking questions I don’t have answers to.”
“Why don’t you let me fill you in then?”
It’s my turn to raise an eyebrow. “The last time someone said that to me, I ended up needing a pregnancy test.”
“Funny.”
I shrug. “Why would you tell me anything?”
Lis’s perfect red lips break into a big smile.
“Call it professional respect, a sisterhood of successful women. You know I’ve been looking around a little.”
“More like snooping.”