In the hallway, the press entourage was gone. There wasn't a reporter in sight. I took the elevator, and, downstairs, a blonde woman in a rose-colored suit and matching high heels approached. "Mr. Ambrose, do you have a minute? I'm Jessica Sanders with WTNG News."

I stopped and looked into her eyes. I was about to say no, but I nodded reluctantly. "What would you like to know?"

"Maybe we can discuss this over a drink?" she asked. Obviously, she had waited for me to come ...