By the time Ari reached her car, she was fuming. “Clickbait! I’ll give him clickbait!”
Beep. Beep. Beep.
“Oh, shut up!” she yelled and cursed the meter that was showing her a sugar level that was much too low. “I’m so sick of gummy bears! Where the hell are they?” She started throwing things out of her purse and found them buried at the very bottom. Now she would have to pull over until her sugar settled and she didn’t feel so weak. “I hate this!”
She called Annette and recounted the past few hours.
“Ari, you’re one of the best reporters at theTrib,” Annette reassured her. “If anyone can cover this storysafely, it’s you. Do what Sandoval says. Don’t get on the wrong side of him. He’s the best in the business and he knows what he’s doing. Just be careful going forward. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders and this could be one of your biggest stories yet.”
Why was Annette always so logical?
“He just really ticked me off! Clickbait!” She spit the word out of her mouth. “Like I’m some stupid reporter who just wants a headline.”
“Don’t let him rile you up. You know how those FBI types are.”
“Yeah. Infuriating.”
“Look, your coverage today is getting all the hits, so I guess you’re pretty good at clickbait.”
Ari sighed. “There’s more to come. I’m going to meet with Fr. D’Giacomo tomorrow and see if Fr. Luke wants to comment.”
“Good idea. Go around to the other churches tomorrow and see what the pastors and parishioners are saying. Now, go home and get yourself some dinner!”
Throughout the drive home, Ari gave herself a good talking to. “Don’t let him
