Early the next morning, Gina rushed into the magazine office, practically grabbing Cynthia by the shoulders in excitement and she blurted out, "Tell me, you did not interviewed Paul Harris yesterday, didn't you?! Didn't you?!"
"What's the matter?" Cynthia asked absentmindedly.
Her mind was elsewhere, contemplating whether she should actually take Lucien's suggestion seriously—get a gun or hire someone to take him out for good.
A permanent solution.
"I heard you interviewed Lucien Brown! COME ON, that's the Lucien Brown! The number one name in business! My ultimate dream!" Gina groaned in regret. "If I had known it was him, I would never have missed such a golden opportunity! Ugh! I could just die from regret! Tell me, is he even more handsome and imposing in person than in photos?"
"Didn't notice." Cynthia shrugged off Gina's hands and focused back on her work. Gina looked at her as if she were an alien.
"Didn't notice? You mean to tell me you felt nothing for Lucien? Are you even a w
