“What?” I jumped to my feet.
“Yes, so get your stuff together and make your way over to the airport.”
Georgio was a shark, good at the job, but a shark who could smell a story miles away. Maybe this was an opportunity to show just how good I was at being a journalist. Hell, maybe this story would land me a better job than working for Georgio.
Once I was alone with Wyatt, I flipped open the file.
“What does it say about him?”
I scanned the bio report. “Hm.” I struggled to get my heels on while I read. “Not much here.”
“Well, who doesn’t love a little mystery?” Wyatt peered over my shoulder, reading the details. “We’d best hurry. I’ll call a cab.”
“Thanks.” I rushed to the washroom to change into one of the emergency outfits I kept on hand for situations like this.
I downed some coffee and tried not to second-guess my outfit as we continued to dig on our phones. I did what my boss suggested and wore one of my favorite dresses, the one that got me through security lines before. If I was going to get something for my next article that might make the front page, I needed to land the moment.
I got this.