As Emma held the silent phone to her ear, she felt a pang of dread. What was she doing? This was the guy every journalist in the city wanted to talk to. She had him for six weeks, and she was blowing him off? Her knee-jerk reaction was going to blow the entire interview.
“Ms. Porter?”
“Yes.”
“Mr. Bishop said to let you know he’s disappointed you’re otherwise occupied seeing as he canceled a dinner with the UN Secretary-General to free up this time.”
Time to suck it up.
“I’m sorry, Aggie. I’ve already canceled my other plans. Of course, I’m free.”
“I’ll let him know.”
Click.
So that’s how this was going to go.