Author Interviews Novels & Stories

If this does work out, I would sure ne over the moon as the company would move back on to its normal affairs. Dahlia reciprocate with a stunning smile and a nod. “You are welcome.” And Putting dahlia’s advice into action, I later shoot a phone call to the news channel informing them about my acceptance to give an audience for the interview. I ask for the time and desperate enough, they propose we have the interview today. Well, since I’ve no serious schedule for the day, I honours it. Besides, I will also like to get this over with. The interview is due in about two hours from now and it’s like not like I’m mentally prepared for the questions but I believe I can pull it up.

"I think that was required. How else would we have learned what we mean to each other!" "That's also right." "Anyway listen up, we have a lovely highschool girl here who takes interviews of famous people on her followers' demand. Let's do it." "An interview," His shoulders rose in agitation. "Oh, no, no, no, no. No interview. I hate it. They twist your response around and—" "She said we can filter out any question we do not like. And she's very sweet. I doubt she's like those corrupted journalists you met before."

When the interview starts and the cameras begin rolling, the interviewer doesn't hesitate to immediately start talking about the journal. "I know this must be hard for you," she says; she isn't my fucking therapist. "It is," I answer. "It's hard having lies about me circulate like this." "So you're saying that what was written in the journal isn't true?" I nod, and almost laugh at how shocked the interviewer's face is. She stares at me, stares back down at her notepad, then back at me. Sarah's smirk of approval comes into my peripheral vision. "If you don't mind me reading an excerpt..."

Not yet. "Soon," she tells Ethan when it's time to leave. "Soon Mama will take you home. I promise." At four pm, they drive to the television studio for the interview. It's a major network. Professional and prestigious. The interviewer is a well-known journalist named Sarah Chen. She's known for tough but fair questions. "Thank you for doing this," Sarah says when they meet. "Your story is remarkable." "Thank you for giving me the chance to tell it," Elara says.

They accepted my condition and I gave them the date of the day that I would have a chance to take time out for the interview. I prepared for the interview and finally, the D-day began. It was a live session with the host and the audience. The audience consisted of several other news TV channels, papers and journalists. The interview began. I was introduced and I gave my greetings and expressed my pleasure at being hosted by them. Just the usual pleasantries to show the public that I was not an asshole. The first question the host asked me was, "Mr Mark Torres, would you like to give us a snippet of your future plans and goals of GT group?"

You know what I mean? But a journalist can hope, right? I can hope, no? I mean, maybe he can keep secrets that good but he’s not socially awkward, right? I mean, there’s people like that. I can say because I’ve talked and conversed really well with different kinds of people before. Most of those are the extra people in TV Broadcasting. I’m the journalist who gathers them together before the broadcaster finally interviews them on air. Most of them are really eager to share their rants, opinions and reactions but some of the others just want to show their faces to the television. You know what I mean? I mean, there are those extras who volunteer to be interviewed about the fire and say nothing

Discrete. "You'll be excellent," he said as I got out of the car. "I know." His smile was proud. "That's my girl." Inside, the interviewer was waiting. Charlotte Reed. A journalist known for tough but fair interviews. She shook my hand. "Ms. Winters. Thank you for agreeing to this." "Thank you for the opportunity." We sat. The cameras started rolling. Charlotte began gently. "You've been in the news quite a bit lately." "Yes. It's been an unexpected few weeks."

“You’re braver than you think.” “Or stupider.” “Definitely braver.” He kissed me slow, thorough, the kind that made my knees weak. “When do we do this?” “Soon as possible. Before I lose my nerve.” The interview got scheduled for the next afternoon. The journalist—Rebecca Chen, Pulitzer Prize winner, reputation for fairness but zero tolerance for bullshit—met us at a neutral location. High-end hotel conference room, cameras set up, recording devices everywhere. “Thank you for agreeing to this,” she said, shaking our hands. Professional but not cold. “I know this isn’t easy.”

Then we select the ground we will fight upon. They did. Not just any platform. Not just any interviewer. Someone respected. Measured. Difficult to manipulate. Because this wasn't just about speaking. It was all about changing the mind-set. The news hit the airwaves by evening Aria Laurent to Speak: Exclusive Interview scheduled. Curiosity replaced certainty. Speculation intensified. And beneath it all. Pressure mounted.

[One Week Later] “Mr. Cooper, thank you so much for accepting our interview.” the interviewer said. “We all know that Mr. Cooper is not a fan of interviews, may I know what made you accept this live interview?” “Well, I have something to announce, and your invitation came at the right time. So, I thought why not take this opportunity and reduce the hassle of calling for a press conference” The interviewer pressed her lips to hear that statement. She was at a loss for words. “Then that must be our luck. Thank You, sir”