Free Escapade by Susan Kyle Page A

couldn’t help staring at Dora. It was inconvenient having a woman who looked as good as she did in the office with him. Once they had been high school sweethearts. Now they were both married and trying to keep up happy facades. It had been impulsive and crazy of him to hire her when she’d come looking for something to keep her busy.
    “Johnson,” he spoke into the receiver.
    “Lawson,” came the terse reply. “I want an update on the paper’s finances.”
    It took Ward a long moment to realize that his caller was Joshua Lawson. He hesitated. “Mr. Lawson,” he stammered, caught off guard. “The finances… oh, you mean the quarterly report.”
    “That’s right. I need you to fax it to me today.”
    “I’ll get right on it.”
    “Include an update on the job press, could you?”
    “Well, I told you about that,” Ward reminded him. “It’s a waste of capital. The newspaper will carry us along.”
    “I’ve heard rumors that the Morrison group is in the planning stages of producing a throwaway to go in competition with the Gazette. ” That was something Josh hadn’t mentioned to Amanda. She’d had enough stress for the past two weeks. The publication he was talking about was a free newspaper that contained mostly advertising with only a modicum of news. It was a handout, and no weekly newspaper with a subscription list could compete with one. It would rob them of advertisers in no time at all. There was a pause. “Do you know how to cope with competition from a shopper?” he added dryly.
    Ward cursed under his breath. “I know all right. If you haven’t got an efficient operation, you might as well close the place down. You can’t compete with a shopper. It attracts advertisers like glue, and you don’t even have to charge for it.”
    “That being the case, our revenues will have to be pretty good to stand the competition.”
    “I’ll get the figures for you. How’s Amanda?”
    “Healing. She’ll be back to work on Monday.”
    “Nice girl. Hard worker. A little too involved sometimes. She’s full of ideas that won’t really work.”
    “Really?”
    Ward smiled to himself. So much for taking the wind out of Miss Todd’s sails. He’d felt threatened for the first time in years when she’d walked in the door. He knew that her family had owned the paper and that she stood to inherit a half interest or so at some point. But he’d been running the operation for fifteen years, answering only to Harrison Todd. For the past few years no one had interfered with his methods. Then Amanda had come to work for him. He wasn’t amenable to having a girl fresh out of college trying to give him orders. It was just as well that Joshua Lawson knew that, right off the bat. After all, Lawson owned the majority of the paper’s stock.
    “She’s a good accountant,” Ward added to soften his criticism. It wouldn’t do to sound as if he were threatened, even if he was. “Nice head for figures.”
    “So I’ve been told. Are your advertising rates up?”
    “No need to raise them,” Ward argued. “We’re undercutting the dailies. We get enough without driving away old customers.”
    Josh was too cagey to question that without seeing the figures. He had his finger in too many pies to keep a close check on any of his side interests. For Amanda’s sake, he was going to have to get a closer look at the Gazette. “What’s the problem about the job press?”
    “There are three other print shops with more people and more modern equipment than we have. We’ve lost a lot of customers to the quick-print place that just opened in San Antonio. It does photocopies.”
    “I thought Harrison bought you a high-quality copier?”
    “The girl who knew how to operate it quit. The new girl just sets type. She doesn’t know much about printing; and Tim, who runs the presses, doesn’t have time to run out and make copies when he’s got negatives and plates to make.”
    Josh wanted to argue with that. Just as well