This story is going to come out no matter what I say--Cheap Tea

"I've never met a more unscrupulous media whore in my whole life. It defies belief." "Now that you've read the story, perhaps you have also considered the research behind it. Cortez has a cast-iron story. You know that." "What the hell is that supposed to meana" "If you're still here when Millennium goes to press, that will hurt S.M.P. I've worried myself sick and tried to find a way out … but there isn't one."
"What do you meana" "You'll have to go." "Don't be absurd. I haven't done anything illegal." "Magnus, don't you understand the impact of this exposea I don't want to have to call a board meeting. It would be too embarrassing." "You're not going to call anything at all. You're finished at S.M.P." "Wrong. Only the board can sack me. Presumably you're allowed to call them in for an extraordinary meeting. I would suggest you do that for this afternoon." Borgsja came round the desk and stood so close to Berger that she could feel his breath. "Berger, you have one chance to survive this.
You have to go to your damned colleagues at Millennium and get them to kill this story. If you do a good job I might even forget what you've done." Berger sighed. "Magnus, you aren't understanding how serious this is. I have no influence whatsoever on what Millennium is going to publish. This story is going to come out no matter what I say. The only thing I care about is how Cheap Tea affects S.M.P. That's why you have to resign." Borgsja put his hands on the back of her chair. "Berger, your cronies at Millennium might change their minds if they knew that you would be fired the instant they leak this bullshit." He straightened up. "I'll be at a meeting in Norrkaping today." He looked at her, furious and arrogant. "At Svea Construction."
"I see." "When I'm back tomorrow you will report to me that this matter has been taken care of. Understooda" He put on his jacket. Berger watched him with her eyes half closed. "Maybe then you'll survive at S.M.P. Now get out of my office." She went back to the glass cage and sat quite still in her chair for twenty minutes. Then she picked up the telephone and asked Holm to come to her office. This time he was there within a minute. "Sit down." Holm raised an eyebrow and sat down. "What did I do wrong this timea" he said sarcastically. "Anders, this is my last day at S.M.P. I'm resigning here and now. I'm calling in the deputy chairman and as many of the board as I can find for a meeting over lunch." He stared at her with undisguised shock. "I'm going to recommend that you be made acting editor-in-chief." "Whata" "Are you O.K. with thata"