The two women walked together into the empty car. “How’s it going?” asked Eliza. “Well, for starters, I just fired Boyd Irons,” Lauren announced. Eliza looked startled. “You’re kidding. Why? Just yesterday you were speaking up for him with our legal department.” “No, I’m not kidding,” Lauren said vehemently. “There’s no way I want him to work for me anymore. I’d never be able to trust him. Did you see the show this morning?” “Just a little bit,” Eliza answered, thinking the time had been better spent paying attention to her daughter. “The interviews with Boyd and Jason Vaughan, the writer?” Eliza shook her head. “No.” “In a nutshell, Jason Vaughan pretty well told me that Boyd was the one who gave him the dirt on Constance. If he could do it to Constance, Boyd could do it to me.” The elevator doors opened on Eliza’s floor. She pushed the button to stop them from closing again. “You aren’t certain that Boyd was the one, Lauren.” “Oh, yes I am,”
