‘You parsimonious, sanctimonious stuck in the past . . .’ Sarah wanted to say. Instead she took a deep breath. It was hopeless. To change his mind was like expecting the rain to fall upwards. ‘You know I get the readership, I’m just asking you to give me a chance. I don’t mind the feel good stories at first. I don’t expect to be given a journalist’s job straight away.
‘I don’t get how you would be able to keep yourself safe. You will be mixing with all sorts. No, stick to what you’re good at.’
Stopped her in his tracks, she remembered her conversation with Graham. It wouldn’t be long before their old editor in chief retired. With his friend, Richard, taking on the role, she would be in a much better position to achieve her goal.
‘Your loss,’ Sarah said, striding out of the office.