"No, thank you." And in that moment I remember that my tape recorder's in there, still running. I suddenly feel a little cocky. Don't want me to know what you're talking about, eh? I sit there for quite a while, almost forty minutes. Then Alexandra Waring comes out, followed by the man named Will. She stops in front of me. "I apologize for being rude, but you're in news, so you understand." She breaks into a smile and it transforms her face. She is suddenly much softer, approachable. "At least I hope you understand."
