Rita found the whole thing suspicious. It was her first time interviewing with the social organization, and it was apletely different experience from interviewing celebrities. The cases handled by the social organization were usually closely rted to the lives of ordinary people. Sometimes, they would also have to deal with unbearable and horrific cases.
Nevertheless, Rita preferred dealing with these people.
She would fight until the end for justice if it was true that the man''s family had been forcibly upied by unscrupulous developers. While her other colleagues were busy exploring the environment, Rita squatted in front of the man again with her pen and notebook in hand.
"Hello, my name is Rita Russell. I''m a rookie reporter for New Capital Times. I''d like to know more about your situation. Would you be willing to ept an interview?"Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!
The man nced at her, and only then did Rita notice that he was crying. His face was so dirty that the tears left two obvious white trails down his cheeks.
"You..."
"Get lost! You reporters and those heartless developers are all the same! Go away, I don''t want to see any of you." The man mercilessly spat on the ground in front of Rita, causing her to gasp and stagger back.
"Why you!"
"Huh! Get lost, all of you! You good-for-nothing reporters only know how to exploit other people''s pain for money! Get lost, I say!"
Rita kept stepping back, shocked and unsure of how to react. The man''s tears left her speechless, her silence deafening. However, she was well aware that if the man continued to refuse cooperation, he would only briefly appear in the online news headlines, soon to be drowned out by the vast sea of information.
The more uncooperative this
destitute man
was, the more serious
Rita felt the matter was. Without
dy, she hurried back to the office
to report the seriousness of the situation to her superiors before preparing to return to the scene. She wanted to talk to the man again.
However, her condescending male colleague stepped in to discourage her once more.
"What''s the use of you going? There are so many reporters there, yet none have gained the trust of that man. What makes you think you can? Is it because you''re a pretty girl?"
Rita clenched her fists. Not only did her colleague insult her but also the countless female reporters like her. Gender discrimination existed in every industry, but Rita could not tolerate the same thing happening to her.
While she mightck job experience, she was in every way as good as her male colleagues. She did not think she was any less capable than her male colleagues. Moreover, she was the one who secured the interview with ire.
''How dare hee acting condescending after stealing my materials!'' thought Rita.
"Chase, have you finished writing your interview article? If you haven''t, then shut your mouth and get writing. And if you have, then go out to the scene more often so you won''t have to resort to using others'' materials in the end!"
The rest of the colleagues dared not utter a word. They had long gotten tired of Chase. He always lorded the fact that he had been in the job
longer than them and used that met
appropriate their materials. Even their boss could not contrm, and the situation often ended up with them having to hand over their hard-earned interviews.
All in all, Chase was the worst reporter to have ever graced the industry.
However, no matter how unhappy they were, they could only grumble inwardly. After all, apart from his seniority, they also needed to take Chase''s family background into consideration. He was not someone ordinary people could afford to offend. Just as he himself said, he would only need to say a word to get them fired and for no other
Needless to say, all the reporters there hated Chase, but they loved the journalism profession even more.