I want you, but before that, I want to make you easier to swallow.
A pair of jade hands violently slapped the keyboard, pressing and squeezing brutally, the keyboard issuing desperate beeping sounds under the assault.
”Ding Qinyan, what are you doing?” The chief editor pulled off his glasses, looking at her helplessly.
”Nothing.” Her forehead seemed to be carved with five large characters – “Miss, I’m unhappy.”
She looked around; the entire interview team had gone out to chase big stories, and she had returned to the office to cool down after morning interviews with a female star.
The originally entertainment news ABC trio now ran social and financial news instead. Damn! This was originally her beat! If this continued, she might as well do nothing and just drink tea and read newspapers.
She banged her head on the desk three times, feeling utterly useless, not wanting to write the interview transcript with the female star, opening a Word document to write down the story Wei Zhanyi told her, feeling inexplicably irritated.
The subject was nonchalant, but she, a trained interviewer, was tangled and unsure where to begin.
Strange! Wasn’t this her lifelong wish? This was her closest moment to realizing her dream, so why was she hesitating, afraid to take another step?
”What’s wrong? Can’t you write a simple star interview?”
Just as she began her self-pity, the ABC trio returned.
”These interview manuscripts have press releases from their agents. Just embellish it a bit!”
”Anyway, only fans will read these. Write a flattering essay, add a few more photos, and they’ll be excited.” Ally casually advised.
Recalling previous idle assignments, the ABC trio couldn’t help but reminisce about those “entertainment at work” tasks!
Qinyan roared fiercely: “What’s it to you? Don’t you have other work?”
”We do! Lots of it!” With a tone full of pride and mockery. “We’re interviewing corporate mergers, covering such big news – that’s meaningful work!”
”Unlike someone who talks about being a strong woman but has fallen to writing filler content.”
Suddenly, a terrifying phone ring erupted from the chief editor’s desk. This was the hotline, and whenever it rang, it meant something big was happening!
