Chapter 3 Lost My Job


    As he approached me, a peculiar faint smell of tobo prated my nose.


    Vaguely, I always felt like I''ve smelled it somewhere.


    Instead of shaking my hand, he sat down on the sofa across from me and looked at the badge hanging


    around my neck. "Your name is Betty?"


    "Oh no." He yed his cards a little unnaturally, and my rhythm was disturbed by him, “My name is


    Josephine, and the reporter scheduled to interview you is on a business trip."


    I raised my eyes to his face.


    I knew a bit of Calvin.


    DonHiu Group was founded by two brothers. It was said that the father was a famous official in his


    family, but the two sons were also the best in the group.


    In a few years, DonHiu Group was developed into arge enterprise in C Country.


    Calvin was young, it was said that he had not yet thirty.


    So for such a representative young businessman, there must be something worth exploring.


    But Betty''s interview was too simple and tteringly written.


    I didn''t expect him to be so handsome. Even if he was in a movie, he would not be beaten by any male


    star.


    I looked at him lost in thought, he bent his fingers on the table and knocked once, “Miss Josephine,


    there are flowers on my face?"


    Of course not, I looked at his resolute forehead and answered truthfully, "I always feel I have seen you


    somewhere."


    "I''ve been doing a lot of interviewstely," he chuckled.


    Maybe it was on TV. I had no interest in these iconic characters, and even when I saw them I just


    nced at them.


    I turned on the recorder and the interview began.


    ording to the transcript, the interview went smoothly, though without much spark.


    Till the end, my phone rang in my bag.


    ncing into the open bag, I found it was Daniel.


    I''d been looking for him for twenty-four hours, and he finally showed up.


    I put the phone through without thinking and went straight out of the reception room to answer it.


    "Where have you been?" I asked as soon as I connected.


    "Josephine," he said in his usual soft voice, "Did you called me a lot?"


    "Where have you been?"


    "I was on a business trip and left in a hurry yesterday. I didn''t have time to tell you."


    "Ok." I asked him something more important, “Let me ask you, what happened after the night I


    apanied you to a party a month and a half ago?"


    "How can I remember it after all this time?" He tried to muddle through. "Josephine, I have business,


    I''m going to hang up."


    "Daniel, don''t hang up!" I called his name through gritted teeth. "Why was I in the hotel? Why were you


    not there? Why didn''t you take me home when I was too drunk?"


    "Josephine, I exined to youst time. As I just put you in ce, my leader called me, so I went to


    work, and I did not bother you since it was toote."


    “You didn''t touch me?"


    "Of course not."


    Iughed. Did the child fall from the sky?


    "Okay," I nodded. "Since you haven''t touched me, let me ask you, why am I pregnant?"


    I asked in a calm voice.


    Maybe I was the only one in the world got pregnant and question the husband.


    "Josephine." His voice was unsurprising, as if he had prepared for it, “Wait until Ie back."


    "Daniel, youe back at once!" Finally, I shouted it out hysterically at the back of the stairs.


    He hung up the phone faster than he could do anything.


    He was slow in doing everything, but he was quick at running away when something happened.


    I took a deep breath and felt a dull pain in my chest.


    Turning round, clutching my chest, I saw the tall figure entering the lift.


    "Mr. Knight!” I jogged for a few steps until I reached the elevator door, which closed slowly in front of


    my eyes.


    Calvin''s handsome but cold face disappeared between the two cold iron gates.


    I looked at the number jumping on the elevator, and was ready to follow up when I was sure about the


    No.


    A man who looked like a secretary stopped me. "Miss Josephine, I am Mr. Knight''s secretary."


    "Oh, I had something urgent. I answered the phone." I hastened to exin.


    "Mr. Knight asked me to tell you that you are the most unprofessional journalist he has ever met."


    I was dumbstruck. He didn''t see me when I was professional.


    When I was looking for gutter oil, I pretended to be a peddler and followed the men to fetch it every


    night for two weeks.


    "Sorry, I really have something urgent just now. If Mr. Knight is not avable now, we can make another


    appointment."


    "Mr. Knight doesn''t have so much time to waste for you." The secretary handed me the interview script


    I had left in the reception room. "It''s someone else''s script. Even if it''s a temporary recement. You''re


    being insincere," she said.


    The secretary then stepped into the lift, and I heaved a sigh.


    Such a simple thing had not beenpleted, the profile should be the easiest thing.


    Back to thepany, before I could sit down, Nora ran to tell me, “editor-in-chief to wants to see you.


    Be careful, I heard that you did notplete the interview, and DonHiu Group peopleined you.


    Now editor-in-chief was furious.”


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    I went into editor-in-chief''s office. Editor-in-chief was so angry that he even took off his headgear and


    showed his bare head. It was said that who can see the bare head of the editor-in-chief was not far


    from death.”


    I did not dare to sit down and stood trembling, “Editor-in-chief."


    He didn''t speak for a long time, and I looked at his bald head, stunning.


    Suddenly, he finally spoke, “Josephine, go to the personnel department to do the procedures!"


    I was stunned, “What procedure?"


    "Procedure for leaving your job!" The editor-in-chief yelled at me so loudly that I almost fell over.


    "Editor in chief, I just received a call." I was a little aggrieved to admit that it was wrong to answer the


    phone in the middle of the interview, but should I be fired?


    "Josephine, are you new? Are you on your first day as a reporter? Do you know who you''re


    interviewing? It is not easy to make an appointment with Calvin, it was for the sake of the head office.


    Now heined to the head office. I''m just a editor-in-chief of a small bureau, I can''t cover you!"


    He patted on the table, and I was afraid he would shatter the already fragile table.


    Subconsciously I covered my stomach.


    It was the nature of a woman to be maternal, and though I dread hising, I was his mother.


    I stepped back and licked my lips. "Editor-in-chief, it is easy to be irate in autumn. I''ll make you a cup of


    tea."


    I wanted to slip away, but the editor-in-chief restored some reason and shouted at me in a hoarse


    voice, “Josephine, you worked here for three years since you graduated from school. I should keep


    you, but my ability is limited, please understand it.”


    In the sun, the editor-in-chief''s head glowed like a light bulb.


    I could feel his helplessness.