Laura believed that her writing could change the world. But reality turned out differently, and her boss pushed her to dig up dirt on famous people. Desperate to save her job, she disguises herself as a cleaner to get compromising details on a millionaire. However, she uncovers a life-changing truth in the process.
The office hummed with the familiar sounds of keyboards clicking, phones ringing, and the occasional burst of laughter from a distant corner.
Laura sat at her desk, papers scattered around her, but her focus was elsewhere.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Reggie, the editor-in-chief, stepped out of his office.
His eyes scanned the room until they landed on her. He looked tired—more tired than usual—and his face carried the weight of disappointment.
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“Laura… come to my office for a minute,” he said. His tone was calm but firm. He held the door open, waiting for her to follow.
Taking a deep breath, Laura rose from her chair and walked toward Reggie’s office, each step feeling heavier than the last.
“Sit down,” Reggie said, gesturing to the chair across from his desk.
“Reggie, I was just about to tell you about a new article I’m working on,” she began, trying to sound upbeat. “It’s about the chemical pollution in a nearby lake—”
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“That’s exactly what I wanted to discuss with you,” Reggie cut in, sighing as he sank into his chair. He folded his hands and looked directly at her.
“Laura, pollution in forests, lakes, the extinction of… what are they called again?”
“California condors,” Laura said, her tone sharp.
“Condors, yes.” He nodded.
“People don’t care about this stuff, Laura. They don’t read it. And it’s not just my opinion—the data backs it up.”
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Laura’s brow furrowed. “But people should care, Reggie! This isn’t just about nature; it affects our health, our communities—everything!”
Reggie leaned forward, his voice hardening.
“It doesn’t bring in money. We all need to eat. Salaries need to be paid, and I can’t pay someone who isn’t generating revenue.”
Reggie softened his tone, removing his glasses and rubbing his temples.
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“I like you, Laura. You’re talented, and you care about your work. That’s why I’m trying to help you.”
“How?”
Reggie slid a photograph across the desk. It showed an elderly man with a stern expression.
“This is Mr. Weiss,” Reggie said. “You know who he is, don’t you?”
“A wealthy man,” Laura murmured, studying the image.
“The wealthiest man in the city,” Reggie corrected.
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“Rumor has it he’s been spending tens of thousands on private investigators. Years of it.”
“And?” Laura asked, confused. “It’s his money. Why does that matter?”
“Why would an old man need private investigators?” Reggie leaned back, a sly smile forming.
“Mistresses, scandals, maybe even crimes. Find anything—and I mean anything—about his expenditures, and spin it into a story. This could be the article that saves your career.”
Laura hesitated. “And if I can’t?”
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Reggie’s smile faded. “Then I’d recommend you start looking for another job.”
The cold air nipped at Laura’s cheeks as she stood in front of the grand estate, its towering gates and sprawling lawn exuding wealth and history.
Taking a deep breath, she straightened her shoulders and rang the doorbell.
The heavy wooden door creaked open slowly, revealing an elderly man. His figure was slightly hunched, his face marked by deep lines of exhaustion.
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Dark circles framed his eyes, and his scruffy beard looked like it hadn’t been groomed in days.
“Good morning, Mr. Weiss,” Laura said with a polite smile that she hoped masked her nerves.
“My name is Laura. We spoke on the phone about the cleaning position.”
“Good morning,” Mr. Weiss replied, his voice quiet and tinged with weariness. “Come in. Forgive the mess; there’s plenty of work to keep you busy.”
Laura stepped inside, her eyes widening as she took in the space.
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A thick layer of dust covered the once-pristine surfaces, cobwebs adorned the corners, and books and papers were scattered haphazardly across the rooms.
“As you can see,” Mr. Weiss continued, “I really need the help. Start wherever you’d like. I’ll be in my study.”
With that, he turned and shuffled away, closing the study door behind him.
“Thank you for the opportunity, Mr. Weiss,” Laura called after him, but he didn’t respond.
Through the brief crack before the door shut, Laura glimpsed his desk. It was cluttered with papers, photographs, and what looked like old receipts.
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Her heart raced—this could be where the secrets were buried.
Laura spent the next hour cleaning the house, her movements mechanical as her mind churned with plans.
Finally, she approached the study door and knocked softly. “Mr. Weiss, I’m coming in to clean—”
“No!” His voice was startlingly sharp as the door opened just enough for him to peer out.
“The study doesn’t need cleaning. Thank you for your work today. If you’ve finished the other rooms, you’re free to leave.”
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“There are still a couple of rooms left,” Laura replied, feigning disappointment, but her mind was already racing.
The study was off-limits, and she was more determined than ever to find out why.
Laura crouched near the sofa, her heart racing.
She glanced toward the study door, still closed, as her mind raced through the plan one more time.
It wasn’t elegant, but it might work. Taking a deep breath, she screamed, her voice sharp and filled with faux terror.
“Aaaaah! Mr. Weiss! Help!”
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The sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway. Moments later, Mr. Weiss appeared, his face a mask of alarm.
“What happened?” he demanded, clutching the edge of the doorway.
“There’s a rat!” Laura cried, pointing under the couch with a trembling hand. “It just ran under there! Please, I can’t stand rats—they terrify me!”
“A rat?” Mr. Weiss frowned, his brow furrowing.
“That’s impossible.” He grabbed a broom leaning against the wall and knelt to peer under the couch.
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“Where? I don’t see anything. Did it run out?” he asked, poking around with the broom handle.
“I… I don’t know!” Laura stammered, backing toward the hallway. “Just keep looking. I’ll hide in the kitchen!”
Mr. Weiss grumbled but continued his search, muttering to himself about how unlikely it was.
As soon as he was fully distracted, Laura moved quickly. She slipped into his study, closing the door as quietly as possible.
The room was dim, illuminated only by a small desk lamp. Papers were strewn across the desk—receipts, handwritten notes, and photographs.
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Laura’s journalist instincts kicked in as she pulled a small camera from her pocket and took pictures.
Her hands trembled as she worked quickly, her breath shallow.
Then she saw it. Among the scattered documents was a detailed sketch of a medallion.
She froze, her pulse hammering in her ears.
Reaching for her necklace, she pulled the small pendant from under her blouse and held it next to the sketch. They were identical.
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“Laura.”
The low, heavy voice sent a chill down her spine. She turned to see Mr. Weiss standing in the doorway, his face shadowed.
“I told you not to come in here,” he said, his voice filled with a mix of anger and pain.
Her hand instinctively clutched the pendant. Mr. Weiss’s eyes widened as he stepped closer, his gaze fixed on the pendant.
“Where did you get that pendant?” he asked, his voice trembling. He reached out, his hand shaking as he touched the necklace.
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“Tell me! Where?”
“It was my mother’s,” Laura snapped, pulling back.
“Your mother…” Mr. Weiss whispered, his face pale. “Was her name Dora?”
Laura’s breath caught. “Yes. How do you know that?”
Mr. Weiss’s knees buckled, and he sank to the floor. Tears welled in his eyes as his voice broke.
“Dora… my sweet Dora. She had a daughter…” He looked up at Laura, his expression filled with anguish. “Forgive me. Please forgive me.”
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Laura staggered back, her hand gripping the desk for support. “You knew my mother?”
“I’m your father,” Mr. Weiss said, his voice raw with emotion.
The words hit her like a blow. “You left her!” she cried, tears streaming down her face.
“You abandoned her—and me! She struggled every day because of you!”
“I know,” he said, his voice barely audible.
“I was a coward. I was afraid of responsibility, afraid of being a father. I’ve regretted it every day. I tried to find her, but she cut all ties. Tell me—where is she now?”
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“She’s gone,” Laura spat bitterly.
“She died ten years ago. She got sick, and it’s your fault. She fought so hard to survive, but she was alone because you weren’t there.”
Mr. Weiss crumpled, his body wracked with sobs.
“I never stopped looking. I never stopped loving her. I’m so sorry, Laura. I’m so sorry.”
Laura stared at him, her chest heaving with anger and pain. She shook her head, grabbing her bag.
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“I can’t do this,” she said, her voice trembling as she turned and fled the room.
The sound of his sobs followed her as she ran through the grand house and out into the cold night.
Later, Laura sat in the newsroom, her fingers hovering over the keyboard.
The photographs lay beside her, their edges curling slightly under the pressure of her hand.
On her screen, the half-written article glared back at her. This story would blow up—it would ruin Mr. Weiss’s name, tarnish his legacy, and save her job.
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But as she stared at the photos, her chest tightened. Anger and doubt battled in her mind.
Could she really destroy him after everything she had learned? He wasn’t just a stranger anymore. He was her father.
Summoning her courage, Laura stood and walked into Reggie’s office. Her breath felt heavier with each step.
“Reggie, can I come in?”
“Of course,” Reggie said, leaning forward with anticipation. “Please tell me you’ve got something good.”
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Laura placed a photograph on his desk. “The article is ready. I can send it over now.”
Reggie’s eyes gleamed as he examined the picture. “This is perfect, Laura! A millionaire’s dirty secrets—this is going to be huge!”
Laura’s hands trembled. Reggie’s words felt like nails on a chalkboard.
“No,” she said suddenly, grabbing the photo back. Without thinking, she ripped it into shreds and tossed them into the air.
“What are you doing?” Reggie roared, his face turning red.
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“I won’t ruin his life. If that’s what this job takes, I don’t want it,” Laura said, her voice steady.
“You’re fired!” he shouted.
Laura walked out, her head held high. She had lost her job, but she had found something far more valuable—her integrity.
And for the first time in years, she had a family worth fighting for.
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Joyce DeWitt Finally Admits the Truth We All Suspected – You Won’t Believe What She Said
It’s been years since *Three’s Company* was on TV, but the laughs it brought us are still fresh in our minds.
With its memorable characters and hilarious mix-ups, this classic show changed the world of sitcoms forever. Now, Joyce DeWitt shares what truly made *Three’s Company* a show we’ll never forget…
From the funny adventures of three single roommates to the unforgettable acting of John Ritter and Suzanne Somers, *Three’s Company* is still a favorite on American TV. It’s hard to believe that 40 years have passed since the final episode aired on ABC, yet the show’s charm and humor continue to entertain us.
To show just how long it’s been, I recently watched the intro. The scenes at Santa Monica Pier remind me of how much has changed since the show was filmed.
Sadly, both John Ritter and Suzanne Somers have passed away, leaving us far too soon. But Joyce DeWitt, now 75, keeps the spirit of *Three’s Company* alive by sharing her stories and memories of the beloved show.
“The most dear, precious, tender – and utterly unexpected – experiences that have come from working in *Three’s Company* are the many, many adults who have told me that *Three’s Company* was a safe haven they could count on during their teen years – for some, the only safe haven,” Joyce DeWitt told *US Weekly*.
Playing Janet Wood alongside John Ritter and Suzanne Somers, Joyce DeWitt became a TV star and brought joy to millions of viewers.
She appeared in 171 episodes of *Three’s Company* from 1976 to 1984.
“It was such a gift. I mean, it was iconic. But who would have thought it?” Joyce DeWitt told *The Spec*. “All we wanted to do was make people laugh. When I think about it, the show was really like a modern version of a 16th-century comedy. It was all about crazy fun. We talked about serious issues sometimes, but that was always in the background.”
“John Ritter used to say, ‘We don’t want people to just laugh but to fall over their couch laughing,’” she added. “But in the end, it was about the deep friendship and love the characters had for each other. That’s what made people love them.”
After *Three’s Company* ended, Joyce DeWitt took a break from the spotlight for over ten years before returning to acting.
No matter what she has done or plans to do in the future, most people will always remember her for that iconic show. And according to DeWitt, there’s a simple reason for this.
“It was a ‘time out’ from the tough, stressful situations young people were dealing with in their lives,” DeWitt explains, adding:
“And, of course, they say the characters did silly, crazy things that made them laugh. But it was the love, trust, and support between the characters that made fans stay with the show for life.”
In unedited photos from the *Three’s Company* set, the close bond between the cast is clear, especially in the pictures of Joyce DeWitt and Suzanne Somers, who played the much-loved Chrissy Snow.
Both actresses gave memorable performances, portraying young women making their way in a male-dominated world. Their contributions were just as important to the show’s success as John Ritter’s, and in those early days, their smiles in the photos show a sense of friendship and teamwork.
But beneath the laughter, tensions were brewing. While Somers was praised for her role as “the dumbest blonde in America,” her push for equal pay led to growing conflicts. She demanded a 500% salary increase, from $30,000 to $150,000, which put a strain on her relationship with DeWitt. What was once a joyful set became a place of tension and disagreements.
Suzanne Somers always saw *Three’s Company* as a serious business and took her role as an actor very seriously, but she knew this approach bothered her co-stars.
Eventually, Somers was fired but still had to finish the fifth season under strange conditions. She was kept apart from the cast, filming her scenes through odd phone calls while escorted by security. The tension grew, leading to a painful break between Somers and Joyce DeWitt.
For over 30 years, they didn’t speak, a long silence that felt difficult to understand when you looked back at their early friendship on the show.
“They painted me as if I was trying to ruin the show,” Suzanne Somers said in 2020. “So, I never talked to anyone on that show ever again. Ever again.”
Some people thought that Joyce DeWitt’s rivalry played a role in Somers’ departure, but it was really the salary negotiations that caused the rift between them.
Their different situations made things more complicated — Somers was a single mother who needed financial security, while DeWitt was more focused on her acting. This added to the strain on their relationship.
“We had very different approaches to our careers,” Joyce DeWitt said about her relationship with Suzanne Somers after the show. “We had very different needs. I didn’t have a child to support on my own. I didn’t have a business mindset, so I didn’t understand someone who did.”
But in a wonderful turn of events, the two finally reunited in February 2012 on Somers’ talk show, *Breaking Through*. It was clear they had made peace.
The former co-stars shared a heartfelt hug, and their open conversation about the past showed signs of healing.
DeWitt expressed her deep admiration for Somers, saying, “You went up against ruthlessness, and it came down, but what you’ve gone on to do is immeasurable.” This touching moment highlighted the strength of their journey and the power of forgiveness. The two actresses remained friends until Somers’s sad passing in 2023.
In an interview with *US Weekly*, Joyce DeWitt spoke warmly about her late co-stars, honoring the lasting impact they made. Reflecting on Suzanne Somers, who passed away from breast cancer, DeWitt described her as “absolutely wonderful.”
She also paid tribute to John Ritter, who died in 2003 during heart surgery, calling him “a true gift.”
Looking back at the photos from *Three’s Company*, we are reminded of a different, happier time—one filled with laughter, friendship, and unforgettable memories. These images not only capture the joy the cast brought to TV screens but also highlight the lasting legacy they have left behind.
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