Krystal stood shell-shocked as Carol marched away.

How could she... how could she do that?!

What was going to happen to Binaca and Marissa now?

She stumbled away with no real destination in mind and found herself in the room that Carol had used for her press conference. Most of the reporters were packing up and pushing past her to leave. Worse, on one of the now empty chairs there was a discarded copy of the Inquirer. The cover was a blank red with a large triple 'x' in the cover over the tag line "The Truth - These women should be trusted to raise a child! (The video they didn't want you to see!)". Krystal felt physically sick at the thought of what lay inside that blank cover for all the world to see! She was so lost in her anquish that she didn't notice the figure who stopped in front of her until he touched her shoulder.

"Krystal, are you alright?"

Krystal blinked out of her daze to focus on a familiar face. It was her reporter friend from the Times.

"Simon," she gasped. "They've done it! They've actually done it. I never really believed they could! I never really belived they could stoop so low!"

"Whoa, whoa!" exclaimed Simon holding up his hands in attempt to slow the torrent of frantic words escaping Krystal's mouth.

"Who's done what?"

"They published... the sex tape." she said the last three words in hushed tones so the other departing reporters couldn't listen in... although really it was already too late for that.

"The Inquirer's latest story?" said Simon glancing back at the red covered paper on the seat beside them. Krystal was surprised to see that Simon actually had a smile on his face. "You don't have to worry!"

"But Carol said..."

"Carol is in for a shock. In fact a lot of people are in for a shock! I followed your advice and got in touch with Jim Wheen, former Inquirer editor. I liked what he did for a leaving present! But apparently that isn't the only present he left!"

Krystal's brow furrowed.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that the Henderson Media Empire are going to be very sorry they didn't sit on this story." Simon put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Trust me, okay. We got this! The Inquirer won't even be fit for lining a litter tray by the time Wheen and I are done with them!"

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Couch surfing this weekend but managed to steel some time on my friend's laptop. I felt I left the tale at a rather nasty point... I think I'd feel better leaving you at this point for the rest of the week.

As for Erica's wedding - so far the Bs are winning!