CHAPTER 36 Out Of Control?
She grimaced and shrugged, as she focused intently on the digital screen of the camera she had brought along.
"They wanted a journalist from the agency to report, so here I am. If they don't like it, they can eat my ass." She snorted as she frowned in concentration.
Ann watched her struggle with the camera for a little while as they made their way to a quieter area of the ballroom. She grabbed a drink for them both from one of the passing waiters and they took their places unobtrusively on a little chaise lounge at the side.
"Ah, Jesus… finally! God, I hate these things sometimes." Lexi muttered as she turned her attention fully to Ann. "Okay, sorry about that, these damn cameras can be a nightmare sometimes. Now. Maeve. Brad. Spill."
Ann chuckled. She wasn't sure it was a good idea to discuss that with her here. If the wrong person heard even the slightest whisper of what had gone on, she was sure that the resulting PR disaster would not be pretty.