CHAPTER ONEThe vast glass and steel skyscraper of Lyon Publicationsdominated one entire intersection at the end of Fleet Street, inthe same way that its newspapers and magazines dominated themarket.As always when she emerged from the Underground stationeach morning and had her first glimpse of it, Philippa Rogersfound it hard to believe her good luck that she should beworking there. And not as a cub reporter either, but as assistantto Mrs. Jessica Hibberd, doyen of all the columnists referred toas "sob sisters".Philippa had been dismayed when she had first been assignedto the page. Not for her to deal with the lovelorn letters andplaintive cries of heartbroken females clamouring for advice.She had come to Fleet Street to report the news and nothingless would satisfy her. However, the Features Editor had seenthings differently."Wait till you start working for Jessie before you decide youdon't want the job," he had informed her. "You'll learn morefrom her about being a reporter than you will writing up pettycrime or going out with the Fire Brigade!"