There were three more segments, and the director signaled for a break. “We’ll be right back after this,” Dana said.
A commercial came on.
Richard Melton turned to Dana. “Have you looked outside? It’s a bitch out there.”
“I know.” Dana laughed. “Our poor weatherman is going to get a lot of hate mail.”
The red camera light flashed on. The TelePrompTer was blank for a moment, then began to roll again. Dana started to read, “On NewYear’s Eve I’d like—” She stopped, stunned, as she looked at the rest of the words. They read:…us to get married. We’ll have a double reason to celebrate every New Year’s Eve.
Jeff was standing next to the TelePrompTer, grinning.
Dana looked into the camera and said awkwardly, “We’ll—we’ll pause for another brief commercial.” The red light went off.
Dana stood up. “Jeff!”
They moved toward each other and embraced. “What do you say?” he asked.
She held him tightly and whispered, “I say yes.”
The studio echoed with cheers from the crew.
When the broadcast was over and they were alone, Jeff said, “What would you like, honey? Big wedding, small wedding, medium wedding?”
Dana had thought about her wedding from the time she was a little girl. She had visualized herself in a beautiful, lacy white gown with a long, long train. In the movies she had seen, there was the frantic excitement of getting ready for the wedding…the guest list to prepare…the caterer to choose…the bridesmaids…the church…All her friends would be there, and her mother. It was going to be the most wonderful day of her life. And now it was a reality.
Jeff said, “Dana…?” He was waiting for her answer.
If I have a big wedding, Dana thought, I would have to invite Mother and her husband. I can’t do that to Kemal.
“Let’s elope,” Dana said.
Jeff nodded, surprised. “If that’s what you want, then it’s what I want.”
Kemal was thrilled when he heard the news. “You mean Jeff is going to live with us?”
“That’s right. We’ll all be together. You’ll have a real family, darling.” Dana sat at Kemal’s bedside for the next hour, excitedly discussing their future. The three of them were going to live together, vacation together, and just be together. That magic word.
When Kemal was asleep, Dana went into her bedroom and turned on the computer. Apartments. Apartments. We’ll need two bedrooms, two baths, a living room, kitchen, dining area, and maybe an office and a study. That shouldn’t be too difficult. Dana thought of Gary Winthrop’s town house sitting empty, and her mind began to wander. What had really happened that night? And who had turned off the alarm? If there were no signs of a break-in, then how had the burglars gotten in? Almost involuntarily her fingers typed in “Winthrop” on the keyboard. What the devil is the matter with me? Dana saw the same familiar information she had seen earlier.
Regional > U.S. States > Washington D.C. > Government > Politics > Federal Research Agency
*Winthrop, Taylor—served as Ambassador to Russia and negotiated an important trade agreement with Italy…
*Winthrop, Taylor—self-made billionaire Taylor Winthrop devoted himself to serving his country…
*Winthrop, Taylor—Winthrop family set up philanthropic trusts to help schools, libraries, and inner-city programs…
There were fifty-four Web sites for the Winthrop family. Dana was about to change the search to Apartments when a random entry caught her eye.
*Winthrop, Taylor—Lawsuit. Joan Sinisi, former secretary to Taylor Winthrop, filed a lawsuit and later dropped it.
Dana read the item again. What kind of lawsuit? Dana wondered.
She switched to several more Winthrop Web sites, but there was no further mention of any lawsuit. Dana typed in the name Joan Sinisi. Nothing came up.
“Is this a secure line?”
“Yes.”
“I want a report on the Web sites the subject is checking.”
“We will take care of it immediately.”
The following morning, when Dana arrived at her office after dropping Kemal off at school, she looked through the Washington telephone directory. No Joan Sinisi. She tried the Maryland directory…Virginia…No luck. She’s probably moved away, Dana decided.
Tom Hawkins, the show’s producer, walked into Dana’s office. “We beat the competition again last night.”