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Manhattan, New York
Thursday, May 26, 2011
The headquarters of the Daily News was bustling with all hands on deck. It was nearly moving day. In just days, the entire newspaper headquarters would relocate 4.5 miles away to the lower tip of Manhattan. Every office and workstation was filled with boxes, and most of the electronics were already staged for transport.
Most offices were already prepped for the weekend movers, except for a few holdouts. Matt Crown was the worst offender. He had yet even to consider packing. Instead, his attention was focused on his computer screen, reading the online morning edition of the Times.
“Nothing to do with her…my ass,” Crown barked as he continued to read the article.
His voice carried into the hallway and caught the attention of his boss, who turned on his heels and poked his head in Crown’s office.
“Crown…you need to get off your ass and be packed up by the end of the day. Our entire division will be relocated tomorrow morning.”
“Yeah, I know. I’ll be ready.”
Crown went back to his computer screen and flapped his arms up and down. He was incredulous as he read the Times, which was always a day late and a dollar short in his opinion, and their piece summarizing his Porter family exposé and detailing Bette’s response when she was cornered by the press’s equivalent of a mob in front her office building.
“Can you believe that pile of B.S.? Bette Porter says, and I quote: What? Of course not. That’s a preposterous lie. I had nothing to do with her…,”
“Can you prove she’s lying?” His boss asked.
Crown remembered the anonymous package he received that contained Bette’s letter and the photos. It included a note that hinted at the existence of a video proving that she and Kelly were intimately involved. The only catch…it was evidence and in police custody.
“I think I can.”
“Well, then get to it.”
“As much as I like packing…” Crown started.
“Go, but you better be back in time to…” his boss looked around at Crown’s office that was in complete disarray…its natural state, “…pack up all your stuff.”
“You got it, boss,” Crown answered just as his boss left.