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    â€œWhen I started working for Günebakan newspaper, I’d just graduated from university in Anatolia. I was no more than a kid, and knew no English. You’re no one in the media business without English, so my chances of finding work that involved using the phone were zero. As my dad would say, who wants a one-armed mechanic? Anyway, to cut it short, it was all thanks to Lale Hanım that I got a job, and I’ll never forget what she did for me. So, since you’re a friend of Lale Hanım, ask whatever you want. I’ll tell you what I know, and what I don’t know I’ll find out.”
    He spoke like a grateful and excited student addressing an elder.
    â€œSo did you learn English later?” asked Fofo, making it sound like a silly interview question.
    â€œWhat?” I said, giving Fofo a withering look. “What’s that got to do with anything?”
    â€œNothing. I was curious,” said Fofo. “It’s just that I’ve read his interviews with foreign models on Skyrat, that’s all.”
    â€œOf course I learned English. I also spent time in the UK to improve it, so I can speak enough to get by. But then the work dried up, because when Lale Hanım was fired they got rid of me too. As I said, no one survives without a torpil . Anyway, my best friend was also out of work, so we went off to the UK together and set up Skyrat on our return. Internet businesses were still relatively new then, and we decided to go for special-interest items and stories that no one else covered. For two years, it was just the two of us running the website, thenmy older brother joined us. We’ve started employing other people now because we can’t keep up with the work. So that’s it, Kati Hanım.”
    Since he’d just told us everything about himself that we needed to know, I launched straight into asking questions about what was of real interest to us.
    â€œIt said on the website today that Sani went out to dinner with someone. Who was it?”
    â€œDemir Soylu. He was Cem Bey’s lawyer, as well as a childhood friend. We learned that from another source, not Demir Bey. However, he didn’t deny that they had dinner together.”
    â€œDid you wait for Demir Soylu to corroborate that before putting it on the website?”
    â€œNo. We called him the moment we got the story, and had it confirmed straight away. Our policy is to release a headline and follow with information a bit at a time. That way we keep people logging into our website throughout the day. It’s common practice in Internet journalism.”
    â€œDo you know what they discussed over dinner?”
    â€œDemir Bey didn’t give us any details, but he said that the couple had signed a prenuptial agreement and that he and Sani had been discussing the implications of this agreement in the light of her application for a divorce.”
    â€œWas it a financial agreement?”
    â€œOf course. It concerned alimony, lump sum settlements and so on. Inheritance too, probably. Though Cem Bey would be Sani Hanım’s legal beneficiary, anyway.”
    â€œWho leaked that information to you?”
    â€œSomeone dining at the Shining Sun at the same time. But I’m sure you’re not expecting me to reveal my sources.”
    â€œIs that how you get all your information? Or was this an exception?”
    â€œNo, ma’am, it was no exception. It’s called gossip journalism. You obviously don’t follow our website or media journal. Most of our news items are based on information received from people who’ve spotted a couple dining out together, or maybe a married man dancing with another woman at a nightclub.”
    â€œHmm, from now on, I’m going to be more careful about where I go, who with, and what I do,” said Fofo. “Or, if you like, I could be a volunteer reporter for you.”
    The journalist looked distinctly unexcited by