I smiled without replying. It was Liam who spoke up, asking, "Do you two know each other?"
Leah's unease was apparent, and she quickly covered it up with a hint of annoyance. "Not really."
I got straight to the point. "Our newspaper greatly admires Mr. Moore's achievements and would like to request an interview for a feature. I hope you might honor us."
Liam fixed his gaze on me, his eyes steady. "If you, Ms. Foster, are in charge of the entire process, I don't see why I should refuse."
Everything went far smoother than I had anticipated. After finalizing the interview details, I exchanged contact information with Liam once more.
The whole process was completed under Leah's watchful eyes.
She seethed with barely contained frustration but had no choice but to accept it.
After all, she was currently playing the role of the innocent, demure girl.
As I was leaving, Leah followed me, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Just had a miscarriage, and you're already out here hustling, Cecilia? You've got some nerve! Regardless of your skills, the Moore family would never let a fallen journalist like you in!
"Liam's wife will be me, Leah."
I pretended to adjust my hearing aid with a smirk. "Ms. Wilson, do take a deep breath.
"I have no interest in married men. It's all just part of my job."
Leah crossed her arms, eyeing me coldly. "Well then, you'll need to live-stream our wedding too."
I suppressed my irritation and responded with a bright smile, "It would be my pleasure."
I thought to myself, After this gig, not only can I score a double year-end bonus, but I might also get a chance to transfer. Isn't pursuing a career more rewarding than chasing after men?
