Check out the legs!’ Carlin Williamson was gliding towards them. Julia clicked away at her keyboard while Rachel snuck a look. The petite blonde was gazing upwards at nothing in particular as she floated off to the editors’ lounge. Her legs were like matchsticks. Julia was right. She was skinnier than ever. When Carlin was out of earshot, Julia leaned across. ‘See? She’s wasting away. And she’s a space cadet. Gerard reckons she’s on Valium because she can’t cope with the pressure. Looks like she’s anorexic.’ ‘Wouldn’t be surprised, with the grief Helmut gives her,’ Rachel said tightly. She’d watched Helmut berate Carlin in front of others about her newsreading performance. If she was fragile to begin with, it was no wonder she wasn’t coping. ‘Derek says the newspapers are onto it. Says their TV writer claims she’s going to get sacked any minute. You see, they should have picked you from the start.’ Julia nodded smugly. Rachel wondered if she should feel vindicated.
