"There's no paper without us!"
"We're the Star!"
Cheers went up. The men attacked harder. The pressroom was turning into a shambles.
In the midst of the wild excitement, floodlights suddenly flashed on from the four corners of the room. The men stopped, looking around in bewilderment. Near the doors, television cameras were recording the fiery scene and the destruction. Next to them were reporters from the Arizona Republic, the Phoenix Gazette, and several news services, covering the havoc. There were at least a dozen policemen and firemen.
Joe Riley was looking around in shock. How the hell had they all gotten here so fast? As the police started to close in and the firemen turned on their hoses, the answer suddenly came to Riley, and he felt as though someone had kicked him in the stomach. Leslie Chambers had set him up! When these pictures of the destruction the union had caused got out, there would be no sympathy for them. Public opinion would turn against them. The bitch had planned this all along.. ..
The television pictures were aired within the hour, and the radio waves were filled with details of the wanton destruction. News services around the world printed the story, and they all carried the theme of the vicious employees who had turned on the hand that fed them. It was a public relations triumph for the Phoenix Star.
Leslie had prepared well. Earlier, she had secretly sent some of the Star's executives to Kansas to learn how to run the giant presses, and to teach nonunion employees cold-type production. Immediately after the sabotage incident, two other striking unions, the mailers and photoengravers, came to terms with the Star.
With the unions defeated, and the way open to modernize the paper's technology, profits began to soar. Overnight, productivity jumped 20 percent.
The morning after the strike, Amy was fired.
On a late Friday afternoon, two years from the date of their wedding, Henry had a touch of indigestion. By Saturday morning, it had become chest pains, and Leslie called for an ambulance to rush him to the hospital. On Sunday, Henry Chambers passed away.
He left his entire estate to Leslie.
The Monday after the funeral, Craig McAllister came to see Leslie. "I wanted to go over some legal matters with you, but if it's too soon - "
"No," Leslie said. "I'm all right."
Henry's death had affected Leslie more than she had expected. He had been a dear, sweet man, and she had used him because she wanted him to help her get revenge against Oliver. And somehow, in Leslie's mind, Henry's death became another reason to destroy Oliver.
"What do you want to do with the Star?" McAllister asked. "I don't imagine you'll want to spend your time running it."
"That's exactly what I intend to do. We're going to expand."
Leslie sent for a copy of the Managing Editor, the trade magazine that lists newspaper brokers all over the United States. Leslie selected Dirks, Van Essen and Associates in Santa Fe, New Mexico.
"This is Mrs. Henry Chambers. I'm interested in acquiring another newspaper, and I wondered what might be available..."
It turned out to be the Sun in Hammond, Oregon.
"I'd like you to fly up there and take a look at it," Leslie told McAllister.
Two days later, McAllister telephoned Leslie. "You can forget about the Sun, Mrs. Chambers."
"What's the problem?"
"The problem is that Hammond is a two-newspaper town. The daily circulation of the Sun is fifteen thousand. The other newspaper, the Hammond Chronicle, has a circulation of twenty-eight thousand, almost double. And the owner of the Sun is asking five million dollars. The deal doesn't make any sense."
Leslie was thoughtful for a moment. "Wait for me," she said. "I'm on my way."
Leslie spent the following two days examining the newspaper and studying its books.
"There's no way the Sun can compete with the Chronicle," McAllister assured her. "The Chronicle keeps growing. The Sun's circulation has gone down every year for the past five years."
"I know," Leslie said. "I'm going to buy it."
He looked at her in surprise. "You're going to what?"
"I'm going to buy it."
The deal was completed in three days. The owner of the Sun was delighted to get rid of it. "I suckered the lady into making a deal," he crowed. "She paid me the full five million."
Walt Meriwether, the owner of the Hammond Chronicle, came to call on Leslie.
"I understand you're my new competitor," he said genially.
Leslie nodded. "That's right."
"If things don't work out here for you, maybe you'd be interested in selling the Sun to me."
Leslie smiled. "And if things do work out, perhaps you'd be interested in selling the Chronicle to me."
Meriwether laughed. "Sure. Lots of luck, Mrs. Chambers."
When Meriwether got back to the Chronicle, he said confidently, "In six months, we're going to own the Sun."
Leslie returned to Phoenix and talked to Lyle Bannister, the Star's managing editor. "You're going with me to Hammond, Oregon. I want you to run the newspaper there until it gets on its feet."
"I talked to Mr. McAllister," Bannister said. "The paper has no feet. He said it's a disaster waiting to happen."
She studied him a moment. "Humor me."
In Oregon, Leslie called a staff meeting of the employees of the Sun.
"We're going to operate a little differently from now on," she informed them. "This is a two-newspaper town, and we're going to own them both."
Derek Zornes, the managing editor of the Sun, said, "Excuse me, Mrs. Chambers. I'm not sure you understand the situation. Our circulation is way below the Chronicle's, and we're slipping every month. There's no way we can ever catch up to it."