The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Ironically, they-as reporters-hated nothing more than injustices in the world. It was their mission to expose such darkness. When it came to themselves, however, they had no choice but to submit to reality. Nonetheless, Rita was different. She had no qualms about confronting Chase head-on.

The other colleagues felt quite vindicated when they saw Chase seething with anger at being unable to counter-argue Rita.

After all, Rita spoke nothing but the truth. If he truly had the ability, why did he not conduct the interviews himself? It was because none of the interviewees liked him; he was just too cocky for them. "Why, you... Hmph, just wait and see," said Chase angrily.

Rita tossed her bag onto the chair and crossed her arms. "Are you threatening me? I'll have you know I'm not afraid of any threats. Go on! Why don't you show me all the underhanded tactics you have? It's my interview materials you want, isn't it? I might be a rookie, but I'm pretty sure I'm a thousand times better than you! Not only did you not follow the rules, but you lorded your seniority over everyone. Huh! I've never seen someone as shameless as you!"

"How dare you accuse me of lording my seniority over everyone? And how dare a rookie like you disrespect someone who has been in the industry far longer than you?"

Rita casually glanced at her watch. "Any other questions? If not, I'm going back to the front lines. I'm not like you, who can just sit in the office and have materials handed to you. I can't bring myself to do something so shameless as to steal others' materials."

"What you're doing is called slandering! You better watch what you say next, or I'll report you to the boss!"

It was true Chase had stolen others' materials several times, especially from newcomers. They all knew about it, but no one dared to openly discuss it.

Rita seemed oblivious to the unspoken rules, shouting in the office as if she wanted colleagues from other departments to hear.

"You're already in your forties. Don't you feel embarrassed at playing tattle-tale?"

Chase's face turned red. He wanted to rush over and cover Rita's mouth, but before he could do that, she swiftly left with her bag, leaving him to seethe with frustration in the office.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

He glared at the rest of the colleagues when he noticed they were openly smirking at him, causing them to quickly lower their heads to hide their true thoughts.

"Ha! She really thinks she can tackle anything, doesn't she? Wait until she comes back empty-handed. Let's see if she can keep up her cockiness then!" he grumbled, echoing the sentiments of others.

It was not like they were unwilling to

go to the actual scene for the news. Even if they did go, it seemed unlikely to yield significant results th other words, it would just be a waste of time. Only passionate rookies like Rita were willing to spend time teasing out an interview with a homeless man. Content Belongs to NovelDrama.Org

Rita first went home to change into something more comfortable, packed plenty of food and disposable utensils into a large bag, then hurried off to the scene. Several other reporters had the same idea; they were determined to stake out there for as long as it would take.

After all, the land belonged to Parr Group, which meant this was linked to Sherman. Anything related to him was bound to make headlines. Once they tackled this tough nut of a.

homeless man, the papo ne

would have plenty of materials to run one explosive headline after another for months. It was just a matter of who had the most determination.

By that point, Sherman still had no idea that many reporters were waiting for him to appear on the land he wanted to develop. Venturing into real estate was another significant decision he made since founding the company, and not all shareholders agreed.

Some thought Sherman was too young, too aggressive, and too ambitious. The real estate industry was not as booming as before, yet

he boldly bought this piece of land in the hopes of developing a new business district, without

our

consideration as to whether he really had the ability to pull it off.