Author Interviews Novels & Stories

But breaths seem to have suspended mid-air when Vittorio Di Lauro's steps halted before it reached the door. "You are working on television and the internet, right?" After turning to people holding cameras and lavalier microphones. Eyes widened as the Di Lauro patriarch fixed his gaze on the press people. "Ahm...yes, sir" Someone responded but quivered. "Why are you not asking us? Aren't we supposed to appear in the news too?" The old man added with a raised brow. "Yes, of course, sir" Everyone who moved in unison straightened on their feet with their camera and microphone ready. Although they are dreading the interview, they urged one of the senior reporters to ask by nudging him with their

This was because a lot of the people interviewing him were unprofessional and tried to ask him questions that would almost put his career in peril. Jack was no rookie. He knew that when money came, attention came and they pulled out the personal questions immediately. But he would appreciate if they didn’t jump into shit right off the bat, or just take assumptions and run with them. That was annoying and embarrassing. And no matter how unappealing the interview sounded like, Jack knew Lucy was right. The press and the general public was going to eat up this interview, especially since it was with a magazine that wasn’t that well known. It would be a good booster for his image and Jack hoped

Hurrying to Audrey's hotel room after the meeting, he was interrupted by a journalist. “ Good day, Mr. Colton, can you spare me a few minutes of your time ”? An Asia woman in her late thirties with dark shiny hair asked politely. “ And you are? ”. He inquires, causing her to bring forth her ID. “ I am Lilian Choi, I work for the times magazine, can you spare me just a few questions? ”. “ Am sorry, I have somewhere urgent that I need to be ”. “ Just a few questions, I promise, I won't take much of your time ”.

“I'm Mia. Mia Sinclair from CBT News, Sports Section. I was hoping to get a little post-game interview with the Captain of—” “We know each other, Mia” I cut in. “Is there really any need to be this professional?” “Yes. There is” she bit back almost immediately. “Unfortunately, my crew got held up last minute, so if you don't mind, we'll be doing this a little old school” she gestured to her pen and paper. “Follow me.” We found a quiet corner near the media area. Mia sat across from me, legs crossed, pen poised over her notepad.

“Joe is my best friend. We support each other in everything we do and that alone strengthens our relationship.” The interviewer hummed, pleased as she scribbled what I had just said, like she knew she was about to make a great deal out of this interview. My publicist exhaled behind her, relieved. Everyone always wanted the fairytale. They just never bother to know if the princess ever forgot who the hell she was. I was just about to head into my office when the interviewer’s voice stopped me. “You don’t mind us uploading the photos with your article, right?” I turned to look at her with a tight smile. “Yeah, no problem. Go ahead.”

~Katia~ The interview took three hours. Claire Hewitt from Monde Social arrived at my office at nine AM with a photographer and a recorder and the barely contained excitement of someone who had been waiting three weeks for this and had spent most of them wondering if I would cancel. I did not cancel. I had made a promise, and I kept my promises, even to magazine editors I had met under circumstances that had involved my mother and a deeply unflattering headline.

“I’ll attain three contacts. I’ll make certain it’s a credible person, someone who’ll provide you with an honest platform.” The interview became scheduled for the subsequent nighttime, giving Paulina just sufficient time to prepare. As the hours ticked by, she went over her points with Samantha and Elijah, refining her message and practicing a way to reply to tough questions. The nerves had been there, however, so they became clear. Paulina knew this became her danger to sooner or later confront James and show the world what he was doing behind the curtain. The next night, Paulina arrived at the studio wherein the stay interview might take place. The set was easy however professional, with b

The interview request came from a broadsheet. Not an entertainment publication. A national broadsheet, the kind that ran long-form profiles on people they considered significant, the kind that had been covering the recordings story since it broke and had now followed it to its logical endpoint, which was a woman at the centre of it who had not yet sat down for a full conversation. She read the email twice. Then she walked to the sitting room where Damien was working and handed him her phone. He read it. Handed it back.

“You must be well-rested now since it’s been over ten hours. You’re lazier than a pig!” Arial was here to talk about Michael. He was interviewed last night but the interview clip was not aired yet. For some reason, he requested for it to be aired in the afternoon prime time. Christina frowned. “Let’s not talk about those disgusting people during meal times.” “That’s right, we shouldn’t spoil our appetite. Let’s get eating!” After dinner, Ariel took the remote control and changed the TV channel to Jade City News Channel. The interview was just starting. The hostess commenced the interview by praising and speaking highly of Michael. “Mr. Larson, not only are you a successful businessman, you’r

His long legs were crossed, one arm resting on the armrest, and the watch on his wrist glinted brightly in the light. "Sir, the interview time has arrived," the receptionist said. The man gave a slight nod, and the receptionist left. Since he didn't speak or turn around, Cynthia spoke first. "Mr. Brown, hello. I'm Cynthia White, an editor from F.E. Magazine. I'm here to interview you today." The man propped himself up on the armrest, slowly stood, and turned around deliberately, gazing at her with an indifferent expression. "What would you like to ask me?"