Chapter 2734


    Regina was baffled-it was her first time reporting for the social news team, and it was nothing like


    interviewing the glittering stars she was used to. The stories here were gritty, rooted in the everyday


    struggles ofmon folk, sometimes heartbreakingly so. But this was where her hearty; engaging


    with real people, real stories.


    She was convinced that if this man’s family had been wrongfully evicted by a ruthless developer, she


    would fight tooth and nail to get their story out there.


    While her more experienced colleagues were off canvassing the area, Regina crouched down in front


    of the man, notepad and pen at the ready.


    “Hi, I’m Regina, a rookie reporter. I’d like to hear about what’s happened to you. Would you be open to


    an interview?” she asked gently.


    The man nced at her, and it was only then that Regina noticed tears streaking through the grime on


    his face, carving clear paths down his cheeks.


    “You,” he spat, his voiceced with disdain as he expectorated onto the ground before him, making


    Regina recoil in shock. “Scram! You reporters are no better than those heartless developers. Get outta


    my sight!”


    He was unyielding, his harsh words sending Regina stumbling back, speechless. His tears had left her


    utterly at a loss for words.


    She knew that if he continued with this uncooperative stance, his story would just be a fleeting blip in


    the never-ending stream of inte noise.


    The man’s resistance only deepened Regina’s sense of the gravity of the situation. Without wasting


    another moment, she rushed back to her office to report the severity of the case to her editor,


    determined to return and try speaking with the man again.


    But her smug, seasoned colleague was quick to discourage her.


    “What’s the point of you going back? So many reporters have tried and failed to gain his trust. What


    makes you think you can? Because you’re a woman with a pretty face?” he sneered..


    Regina’s fists clenched. His words weren’t just an insult to her but to every female reporter out there.


    She wasn’t going to stand for sexism, not in her profession, not ever.


    She mightck experience, but she certainly didn’tck determination-and she had already proven her


    mettle with the Dahlia story that she’d scooped.


    “If you haven’t finished your piece, I suggest you either get back to it or hit the streets for a change.


    Don’t end up using someone else’s hard work,” Regina retorted, her tone icy.


    The other colleagues didn’t dare make a peep. They too were tired of this man’s antics-always


    hoarding their work, ying the veteran card.


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    In front of the boss, he’d swagger, iming their painstakingly gathered interviews as his own. What


    kind of reporter did that?


    But despite their private grievances, they kept quiet. Apart from the man’s seniority, his family


    connections were well-known. They disliked him, sure, but they loved journalism more.