She panicked. ‘What the hell’s happened? Are you all right?’ Harry huffed, ‘I’m fine. Everyone and everything is fine. We’ve just got a bit of not-so-friendly banter at the paper with the competition, and, well, I didn’t want you to be caught unawares. That’s all.’ Harry sounded too breezy, too care-free. ‘Shulman, stop bullshitting me. I know when you’re spinning a PR web,’ Tabby grumbled and pushed her laptop aside, stretching out on her bed, phone in the curve of her neck. ‘Tell me what’s happening.’ ‘OK.’ Harry’s terse business voice made an appearance, and Tabby suddenly missed him a little, and wanted him to call her ‘darling’ or ‘babe’ or whatever the hell he wanted to call her. ‘Clearly a rival paper has seen how our sales are affecting them and have decided to attack our newest blogger in the hopes of distracting us. Now, I’m only telling you this so you don’t get a shock if you randomly find it, that’s all…’ Harry voice faded as Tabby grabbed her laptop and quickly typed her own name into a search engine.
