Aiden nodded, waving her away with one hand as he continued scanning over the pages. “I know. I know. Don’t print it yet.” He glanced up, smiling warmly at her. “Sure I can do this, I’ve always got a few spare hours and you know what it’s like – make sure you have a couple of things on the go, you never know when something’s going to fall through.”
Whatever he said though Aiden wasn’t sure he wouldn’t go over Roselyn’s head and publish if it was a good enough story. He’d been here longer and if the story was good enough then the editor would side with him. Journalism was a cutthroat business and Roselyn would understand that when she’d got a few more years under her belt. Aiden needed to cover all his bases and provide something every week or else he couldn’t support himself and James. Maybe she’d understand that when she had her own child to take care of.