“She used us to get to you?” Frankie says, as if it’s the most insulting thing she can think of. But the thing is, Frankie used me to get to Evelyn, so... “Yes,” I say. “I think she did. She’s interested in a full biography. Written by me. I’ve gone along with it in the hopes of changing her mind.” “A biography? You’re taking our story and turning it into a book instead?” “It’s what Evelyn wants. I’ve been trying to convince her otherwise.” “And have you2” Frankie asks. “Convinced her?” “No,” I say. “Not yet. But I think I might be able to.” “OK,” Frankie says. “Then do that.” This is my moment. “I think I can deliver you a massive, headline-making Evelyn Hugo story,” I say. “But if I do, I want to be promoted.” I can hear skepticism enter Frankie’s voice. “What kind of promotion?” “Editor at large. I come and go as I please. I choose the stories I want to tell.” “No ” “Then I have no incentive to get Evelyn to allow the piece to be in Vivant.” I can practically hear Frankie weighing her options. She is quiet, but there is no tension. It is as if she does not expect me to speak until she has decided what she will say. “If you get us a cover story,” she says finally, “and she agrees to sit for a photo shoot, I'll make you a writer at large.” I consider the offer, and Frankie jumps in as I’m thinking. “We only have one editor at large. Bumping Gayle out of the spot she has earned doesn’t feel right to me. I’d think you could understand that. Writer at large is what I have to give. I won’t exert too much control over what you can write about. And if you prove yourself quickly there, you'll move up as everyone else does. It’s fair, Monique.”