She glared at him, not entirely sure she'd forgiven him for the implied accusation. Still, he had a point. "One lie in six years is hardly a sin," she said mulishly, but she clearly didn't mean it. "Especially since it's.... Oh bollocks," she said with a sigh.
"I'm not guilty. I'm actually quite proud of it. I just... don't think you will be, and I'd rather not know that then tell you and know that for sure," she said, with typical female logic. She sighed again, fingers fluttering nervously to the stack of parchment on her desk again. "I just could never find the right way to tell you." She murmured a word and the overhead light came on, illuminating the room fully, and she gestured wearily to the bulletin board. "There. That will tell the tale better then anything, I suppose."
The board was full of posters, and clippings and reviews- all concerning one thing- the career and published works of one Sabrina Cauldron. Including a calender that had notes of deadlines and draft dates, and a letter from her editor that seemed to be imploring Astoria once again to reconsider her stance on making public appearances, or even just giving an interview or two.