In this scene, Alec's boss Nigel has just assigned him to show the tabloid's new reporter the ropes. It's not an assignment he wants. Jackson, Alec's friend and coworker, wouldn't mind the assignment because he thinks Cleo is hot.
Good old Jackson. Alec mentally promised his buddy a six pack for coming in swinging on his behalf.
Jackson slid half a step closer to Nigel. His voice dropped as though speaking confidentially, but not enough to actually exclude anyone in the immediate vicinity. “I mean, with her background, she’s gonna wanna see his green card, and then she’ll be calling the INS—”
“Hey!” Alec protested. “I was born here!”
“Yeah, but your folks were illegals—”
“They were refugees from Cuba, you asshole.”
And here's the blurb:
Investigative journalist Cleo Morgan’s stories have created Pulitzer buzz, but circumstance push her into a lucrative but career-destroying job writing for a tabloid.
Alejandro Ramirez is blown away by the new star reporter. There's definitely chemistry. Except she thinks she's better than everyone at the tabloid where they work. That grates on him since she's going to be writing stories about aliens and Elvis sightings just like the rest of them.
In spite of the chemistry, she doesn't want to have anything to do with the smug news whore she thinks he is. Except she's already having fantasies about this hot Cuban ex-pat who's showing her the ropes at her new job. Before they have a chance to make this attraction work, Cleo's mother, an ex-Vegas showgirl, is charged with the murder of a Las Vegas casino owner. To clear her mother, Cleo will have to see that Alejandro hasn't sold out, and he will learn that she really is as good as she thinks she is.
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