Carla was too wound up to listen. She rose to her feet, pointing her scanning stylus at her producer. "If KKRU won’t run the story, I know a station that will. NABS has promised me a reporter’s slot if I can prove my worth to them. I’ll jump ship this minute—and take the Mitsuhama story with me—if you won’t air it." That made Greer look up. He set his cup down as Carla stormed toward the door, and half-stood behind his desk. "Carla. Wait!"