Chapters (42)
- CHAPTER ONE
- PART ONE: THE SEVENTIES
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- PART TWO: THE EIGHTIES
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- PART THREE: THE NINETIES
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- PART FOUR: THE NEW MILLENNIUM
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- PREVIEW
“We have an opening on the early morning show for a general assignment reporter.”
“Really?”
“I’ll be seeing nearly fifty candidates next week. The competition will be fierce, Ms. Hart.”
“So am I, Mr. Emerson.”
“That’s the kind of ambition I like to hear.” She heard the ruffling of papers on a desk. “I’ll have my secretary send you a ticket. She’ll call to set you up with a place to stay in the city and the date of your interview. All that work for you?”
“Perfectly. Thank you, sir. You won’t be disappointed in me.”
“Good. I hate to waste my time.” He paused. “And tell Johnny Ryan hi from me.”
Tully hung up and dialed Kate and Johnny’s number.
Kate answered immediately. “Hello?”
“I’m in love with your husband.”
There was a half second’s pause. “Oh, really?”
“He got me an interview at NBC.”
“Next week, right?”
“You knew?”
Kate laughed. “Of course I knew. He’s been working on it for a long time. And yours truly mailed out the tapes.”
“With everything that’s on your mind, you were still thinking about me?” Tully said, awed.
“You and me against the world, Tully. Some things never change.”
“This time I really am going to light the world on fire,” she said, laughing. “I finally have a fucking match.”
New York City was everything Tully had dreamed it would be. In her first week here, with her new NBC business cards clutched in her hand, she’d walked down these busy streets like Alice in Wonderland, her face perpetually tilted upward. The endless skyscrapers amazed her, as did the restaurants that never closed, the horse-drawn carriages lined up along the park, and the crowds of black-clad people who filled the streets.
She’d spent two weeks exploring the city, choosing a neighborhood, finding an apartment, learning to navigate the subways. It could have been a lonely time—after all, who wanted to see the sights of a magical city like New York alone? But the truth was, she was so excited about her new job that even being solitary didn’t bother her. Besides, in the city that never slept, you were never really alone. There were always people in the streets, even in the darkest hours.
And then there was her job. From the moment she first walked into the NBC building as a reporter, she was hooked. She woke every morning at two-thirty so that she could be at the studio by four o’clock. Although she didn’t technically need to get there so early, she loved to hang around and help out. She studied Jane Pauley’s every movement and mannerism.