Iâd cooperate?â
âLike I said, I know what you want. My job was to convince you that marrying me was the best way to get it.â
She shook her head, amazed. âNo wonder you became the new chief of the Guild. Youâre good.â
âJust think, youâll be going back to your office with the scoop of the week. âNew Guild Boss Weds Reporter.ââ
She wrinkled her nose. âThatâs a little tame for the Curtain . Iâm sure my editor will come up with something more exciting.â
âI donât care how the headline reads so long as you donât leave me standing alone at the registrarâs office this afternoon.â
âMy colleagues at the paper and my friends are going to have a lot of questions.â
âOne thing I should make clear,â he said evenly, âthis arrangement will work best if we convince people itâs for real.â
For the first time, she looked amused. âYou expect me to imply to everyone I know that you and I have been secretly involved for some time and just now decided to get married?â
âI think that would be the simplest approach, yes.â
âGet real.â
âNo one will think it strange that we kept the relationship secret until now. Itâs a little awkward for a Council member to admit that heâs dating a journalist who specializes in exposés of the Guild.â
She blinked and then frowned a little. âOkay, I can see that.â
âGiven your opinions of the organization, Iâm sure your colleagues wonât be the least bit amazed that you kept quiet about dating me, as well.â
She contemplated that for a moment and then shook her head. âIâll do my best, but Iâd better warn you that I doubt very much that Iâll be able to fool my editor. Ivor Runtley has great instincts when it comes to sensing a story.â
âIf you have to tell Runtley the truth, try to make him see the importance of keeping quiet.â
âOkay, Iâll give it a shot. Heâll do just about anything if the story is worth it.â She got to her feet and slung her purse over one shoulder. âI hope you know what weâre both doing.â She glanced at Elvis. âTime to go, pal.â
Elvis hopped down from the windowsill. He drifted across the floor and vaulted up onto the back of the chair. Sierra held out her wrist to him. He leaped aboard and bounded up to perch on her shoulder.
âIâll meet you at the registrarâs office at a quarter to five,â Fontana said. âDid you drive?â
âNo, I took a cab.â
He opened the door and looked at the anxious young man seated at the smaller of the two desks. Dray Levine was the new second assistant to the new chief executive assistant, Harlan Ostendorf. A week ago Dray had been a clerk in the records department. He was still adjusting to the rarified atmosphere of the executive suite.
âDray, please see my fiancée downstairs and into a Guild limo.â
Dray stared, clearly dumbfounded. His throat worked.
âFiancée, sir?â he finally managed.
âThatâs right.â Fontana smiled. âMiss McIntyre and I are getting married today.â
âUh, congratulations, sir.â
âThank you,â Fontana said.
âA limo isnât necessary, really,â Sierra said.
Fontana smiled. âSure it is. Iâm not sending my future bride home in a taxi when thereâs a fleet of perfectly good limos sitting downstairs in the garage.â
Drayâs stunned expression finally smoothed out into his more customary anxious-to-please look. He jumped to his feet.
âIâll be happy to escort Miss McIntyre downstairs, sir,â he said. âWill there be anything else?â
âYes.â Fontana looked at the empty desk. âWhen does Harlan get back?â
Dray glanced at the clock. âMr. Ostendorf took an early lunch.