Off the Record (Off #3)(13)

I look at him with superior authority, knowing that I’m getting ready to crush his smug attitude. He may have me on the knuckle-kiss, but he can’t deny the rest. “I clearly heard a woman say that she gave you a blow job not long after asking me out.”

I hear Mr. Selly curse under his breath. I don’t know if he’s offended by my language but I need to be adamant and strong. He needs to understand what I saw and that my facts are clear.

Linc’s eyebrows raise but he does nothing more than offer me a lazy grin. When those two dimples pop out, I want to lick my lips in response and that thought maddens me. I shake my head slightly to clear it and try to focus on what Linc is saying.

“The woman who said she gave me a blow job is lying. That did not happen and you never bothered to check that fact with me. As to the other woman, that is my private business and you were intruding into the privacy of my bedroom, where you had no right to be. Unless...of course...you’re into that sort of thing, Miss Montgomery. Watching other people, that is.”

Heat rushes up my neck and settles into my cheeks. I start sputtering. “Of course I don’t do that. It was a mistake and I left as soon as I saw what was going on.”

“So you say,” Linc responds sardonically, flicking his hand at me as if he was waving away an annoying gnat.

I lose control of my temper. “I don’t appreciate the insinuation you’re making, Mr. Caldwell. You know nothing about me.”

That lazy smile on his face is replaced by a look of pure malice. At least there are no more lickable dimples to distract me. “Now you know how it feels to have someone judge you based on a misrepresentation of facts. Doesn’t feel too great, does it?”

I gasp but before I can retort, Mr. Selly cuts in. “Miss Montgomery, Mr. Caldwell also says it’s untrue that he said he gets women by flashing his abs and bank account. He says that was a joke made in jest and that you recognized it as such when it was said.”

I groan inwardly because that is absolutely correct. I knew when Linc made that quip that he was joking, yet I turned those words against him. I don’t know what to say because now I’m starting to realize that I may have let my anger get the better of me when writing this article.

My lack of response urges Mr. Selly on. “Finally, Mr. Caldwell says the comment about an irate woman hitting him with a shoe was told to you confidentially and off the record. Is that true?”

Busted, again. I nod my head slightly, too embarrassed to say anything. My entire career is flashing before my eyes, and it is taking everything I have not to throw up right now.

Mr. Selly sighs and looks to Linc. “Miss Montgomery has obviously made a few mistakes for which we will issue a retraction and an apology, Mr. Caldwell.”

I give an internal sigh of relief that I’m not being fired outright. I believe the fact that I made the article an opinion piece may be saving me at this point. I look at Linc. He’s rubbing his finger across his chin as if he’s pondering something. He looks over at me and I wonder what he’s thinking. There is no triumph in his eyes, which would be deserved if there was.

Then Linc shocks the hell out of me when he says, “A retraction simply isn’t good enough. I want her to write the original piece she was supposed to do. ”

I’m so startled, I blurt, “You just want me to write a nice article about you?”

Linc’s eyes turn cold. “I want much more than that, Miss Montgomery. I want something printed tomorrow that your article was written in haste and without full knowledge of the facts. Then I want you to write a genuine article about the real me. You know...one based on verifiable facts. And the only way you will be able to do that, with accuracy this time, is to get to know me.”

I don’t know what that means. I don’t know what to say. How do I know the real Linc Caldwell? But before I can ponder it further, Linc looks to Mr. Selly and continues, “It is my understanding that Miss Montgomery was going to be on an assignment for the next six weeks. I’d like you to reassign her to do another story on me. She will be with me 24/7 for the next six weeks. At the end of that six weeks, I expect her to write a truthful article about me. Oh, and I guarantee you, there will be an apology at the end of it once she gets to know me.”

I stand up from my seat in a panic, placing my hands on the desk and leaning forward. “Mr. Selly, you can’t take me off of the L.A. assignment. It’s too important and we’ve already put a lot of work into getting ready for it.” I cannot let this opportunity be taken from me. It’s my means to get catapulted into newsworthy journalism.

Mr. Selly takes in my words and I can see by the look on his face that he’s analyzing the truth of what I’ve said from a business perspective. Too much has gone into this project already. He’s a shrewd man and I can see by the way his brows are furrowed together that he’s not inclined to take me off the project. I start to relax, relishing the fact that Mr. Caldwell will just have to settle for a retraction. But before Mr. Selly can put my mind fully at ease, Linc cuts into these thoughts.

“Let me throw my two cents into your decision making process. If you don’t assign Miss Montgomery to me for the next six weeks so that an accurate article can be written about me, I will instruct my lawyer to file a lawsuit against The Post tomorrow morning. His next stop will be to The Daily News and The Times to leak the story. Here’s a copy of the suit that has already been drafted.” Linc throws a thick document on Mr. Selly’s desk and it lands with a resounding thwack. It is with dismay that I note Mr. Selly doesn’t even bother to read it.