I was ushered straight into her office, where I found her sitting primly on the couch of infamy. The one where our “scandal” began. She looked up at me and burst out laughing. At first, I was too worried about what Yolanda was thinking to appreciate the humor in the situation; but once I seated myself beside the governor, the hilarity proved to be infectious. I don’t know how long we sat there, arms wrapped around each other, our bodies shaking. “Oh, my God!” she finally said. “I haven’t laughed that hard in years.” “It’s not all funny. I got fired this morning. And Yolanda isn’t speaking to me.” “I’m so sorry. If I could have debunked the story before it got out, I would have; but once Iggy Rock went on the air with the audio file this morning, it was too late.” “Has Parisi figured out who bugged your office yet?” “No, but he bullied Channel 10 into giving him the IP address the audio file and photo were sent from, and he’s trying to trace it.” “I’ve got McCracken working on that, too,”
