"Oh, no? Look, friend, we both know he's virtually pickled after years of drinking, but he was a crackerjack investigative reporter once upon a time, and some of the old instincts might still be there." "He'll never guess what I'm after," Serena retorted confidently. And if he realizes you're just after information, next week's column will make you look like the whore of Babylon." There's no way he'll dance with you, let alone spill the beans about the grant. Serena, Jeremy Kane uses his column to trash anybody he hates, and since that model broke up with him, he hates every woman still alive and breathing. Jane Riley, an attractive and vivacious brunet, giggled, but then suddenly looked nervous. It was one of many bets between the two young women since they had met in high school years before, lighthearted and, as usual, challenging Serena's uncanny ability to get information, or anything else she wanted, from a man. Serena Smyth lifted an eyebrow at her friend, her catlike green eyes alight with amusement.
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