Page 62 of Your Rhythm
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“I have,” he admits. “I think every journalist does, at some point. People don’t always like the things they read about themselves, even if they’re true.”
“Yeah,” I say distantly, as he wheels himself back to his desk. “Yeah. Yeah.”
I’m still repeating that under my breath when I hear Pierre give a little laugh.
“What?” I demand.
“I can hear you, you know.”
I stay silent and hope that will hide my embarrassment.
“It’s our job, Kay.” His voice has gone serious. “Telling the truth. It isn’t always pretty, but it’s what we do. It’s our rule.”
I don’t say it out loud, but I can’t deny it to myself: I haven’t been so good with rules lately.
