“Was it important?” she enunciates, stabbing a finger into her desk. “That was the assistant to the deputy mayor, Elise.”

The blood drains straight out of my upper half, pooling inside of a stomach that has gone completely hollow. “What?”

Karina drags a hand down her features. “This is bad.”

“Oh my God.”

“Yeah. Oh my God.” She throws her hands wide. “I wasn’t just going to let the story drop, Elise. I was on it. Unlike the Post, apparently, no one is leaking us any major stories that involve the actual governor and his wife. Not without establishing a line of trust and communication, which I was in the process of doing. It needed to be a credentialed Times writer to publicly make the connection between Local 401 and the deputy mayor’s office. These things don’t happen overnight.”

All I can do is stare as Karina paces behind her desk. I’m going to be sick.

I’ve just outed myself to God knows who over the phone. I might have screwed Karina’s chances of effectively covering the story in the process.

“Alexander and the mayor just released a statement claiming their servers were hacked and the emails were obtained that way. But if that’s a lie…if your hunch is correct and those damning emails are being leaked by the deputy mayor himself…what is his end game? Getting his competition out of the way in time for the election, so he can run without the incumbent breathing down his neck? And it suits Crouch to have this damning information continue to go public, because once the mayor is out, he’ll have friends in high places and he’ll win the stupid feud at the same time. It makes sense. So much for the gala over the weekend serving as a truce offering.”

I can confirm a lot of Karina’s speculations right here and now, based on what I overheard on Saturday night. I’m not sure why I say nothing. Probably because I already feel incredibly stupid for walking in here and blabbing sensitive information without preamble. And I think I’m savvy enough to be a reporter? “H-have I put myself in some kind of jeopardy here?”

I’m not sure why I ask this question. My gut already knows the answer. Alexander is obviously an ambitious and very skillful liar. If the deputy mayor is willing to go behind the mayor’s back to further his career, he won’t let a sandwich delivery girl stand in his way. Especially if he’s willing to release emails pertaining to the governor. I’m not saying he’d murder me or something, but suddenly all I can think about is the scene in House of Cards when the girl who knows too much gets pushed in front of a train.

“What do I do?” I stammer. “How do I make this better?”

“Go home, for starters,” Karina shoots back.

“Am I fired?” I ask calmly, lifting my chin, unsure if I’m ready to fight to keep the job or just take my punishment like a woman. “Please, I really need—”