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It's difficult to shout and whisper at the same time, but somehow Stephanie managed. "Eve, you need to get me out of here now!"

Stephanie heard male laughter. "No, Dave," Eve giggled. "I've had too much champagne already. My head is positively spinning! It's so warm in here...would you mind if I took off my jacket?"

"Dave?" Stephanie hissed. "Who the hell is Dave? Where are you?"

"Dave's the warden, silly," Eve replied. "He suggested we go back to his place at the beach so I could get some background information for my interview with him tomorrow."

"I'm doing the interview, Eve, not you," Stephanie snapped. "The camera crew is going to arrive at noon tomorrow, and I'll interview the warden at his office."

"Like I said, there's been a change of plans," Eve replied. “You weren’t listening earlier. You are going to stay with the intake right through the whole process. I suggested to Dave that we let you continue undercover for a while, and since he was pissed that you went undercover behind his back, he agreed.”

“You told me that you had gotten him to agree to the undercover!”

“Oops!” Eve said. Maybe I forgot. Anyway, what with you being in prison and all, I'll have to do all of the on-camera anchor work.”

“What? Don’t be ridiculous!”

Stephanie could almost hear Eve’s pout as she said, “You did promise that, if I worked hard, I'd get my big break someday."

"I meant in a few years," Stephanie snarled. "You're a junior in the college internship program, for God’s sake, and you've only worked for us for two weeks!"

"But you know I'm a fast learner," Eve replied, merrily. "And you yourself said that TV news is always looking for fresh young faces."

Stephanie ground her teeth. At the age of 29, the beautiful blonde newscaster hardly considered herself over the hill. But her shapely 20-year-old assistant, Eve, could give any woman a run for her money.

Stephanie had resented the young woman's good looks and brash ambition and had opposed accepting her as an intern. But Eve had connections enough to make rejecting her more costly that it was worth. Stephanie had decided to keep her enemies closer and so had arranged to be Eve’s sponsor at the station. Stephanie had quickly relegated the flirtatious little upstart to menial office tasks and personal errands.

But, after two weeks of picking up Stephanie's laundry, walking Stephanie's dog, and washing Stephanie's Corvette, Eve had complained to her uncle, and Stephanie was **** to take Eve along for her interview regarding the rumored sexual **** of prisoners at the woman's prison. She’d thought Eve clever to think up the idea of sneaking Stephanie in amongst the intake, to hear from women who were just starting their prison journey.

"I swear, if you don't get me out of here, you're fired."

"Temper, temper, Stephanie," Eve patronized. "The station never would have taken me in the first place if my uncle wasn’t a VP at the corporation that owns the station. And, by the time you get out of the clink, the broadcast will already be on the air.”