Author Interviews Novels & Stories

He stood when she entered, extending a hand with a warm smile. "Angela. Thank you for doing this." "Thank you for having me." Angela shook his hand, trying to project confidence she didn't entirely feel. "I wanted to talk to you before we go live," Marcus said, gesturing for her to sit. "This interview—I want it to be a conversation, not an interrogation. I'm going to ask tough questions because that's my job, but I'm not here to ambush you. I'm here to understand your story." Angela nodded. "I appreciate that."

When he was about to meet his clients with his assistant, he was surrounded by paparazzi when he walked out of the company building. "Mr. Brown, we are the journalists from B City TV station. There are a few questions that we have for you." The B City TV Station was a big deal of this city. Ronald was surprised that they came to him for an interview. He asked cautiously, "What questions do you have for me?" "We have been focusing on shows regarding families and marriage. As we all know, Mr. and Mrs. Brown have always been very loving to each other, so we wanted to ask you some questions regarding families."

said Avery. The journalists responded politely in kind. "Hello, Miss Tate. Is it alright if we first conduct a simple interview here, and then later, when you are free, you could come to our studio to have a few photos taken? If you are free now, we can begin the interview immediately. It will take half an hour." Avery looked at the time and gladly agreed. "Miss Tate, are you going to enter into talks with Eric again after the events so far? Perhaps, you might want to make him an official ambassador of your brand? Have you considered making him an ambassador?" The reporter began with Eric, getting straight to the point.

It roots me. “Cara?” the host calls gently. “Ready?” I nod and we begin. *** The interview starts easy. Questions about the award show, the new album, creative inspirations. I’m calm. I’m present. I’m… proud of myself. The host beams at me. “You’ve grown so much since your last appearance here.” “I’m learning,” I say truthfully. She nods, then tilts her head in that practiced interviewer way. “And your fans have been obsessed with the viral photos of you and your bodyguard is Giovanni, yes?”

But within seconds of clearing my throat, I positioned the tape recorder on the table in front of him. “Mr. Trottier, as you know I represent Devilish INK magazine and I’m here to interview you, to help the public get to know the man Pierre Trottier, not just through your talent and profession, but as you are entirely. With your life, your experiences, your memories. So, Mr. Trottier, if you had to give yourself a definition, what would it be?” I started out confident. Every time I did my job, I changed my tone of voice, becoming very formal and nothing, not even a grimace from the person being interviewed, could bring me out of this trance.

As the founder and CEO of CLN Beauty, I was invited to a prestigious televised interview, showcasing the rapid growth of my company. The conference room buzzed with activity as cameras clicked and reporters eagerly awaited my entrance. Taking a deep breath, I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. Stepping into the spotlight, the room hushed, all eyes fixed on me. The interview kicked off with questions about CLN Beauty's success and innovative products. I confidently shared our journey and future plans. Reporters nodded in approval, jotting down notes. As the interview wrapped up, the mood shifted. A surprising question left me stunned.

I cut her off again. She gapes and looked so remorseful, as if she said something deadly. Interviewing me is the hardest project? I think it is, all magazines are dying to have a personal talk with me. Well, of course. It's not easy to have a one on one interview with me cos I don't want to be interviewed at all and I don't allow people to interview me. "Interviewing me is the hardest thing to do? What was it like, your initiation?" I arch my eyebrow at her.

I could hear them talking through the door. "You need to do an interview," she said. "A proper one where you address this directly. The silence is making it worse." "Fine," Aiden said, sounding annoyed. "Set it up." Two days later Aiden was scheduled for a live interview on Business Today which was a show that CEOs went on to talk about their companies. I watched from my desk because the whole office was watching on their computers. The interviewer was a woman named Sandra Chen who smiled too much. She asked Aiden normal questions about Blackwood Tech for the first ten minutes then her smile got bigger.

Perhaps that person was waiting for a signal, and then they would pounce. But I didn’t flinch. I straightened, let my voice harden with calm authority. “You want to be interviewed? Fine. But we’re not doing it with recordings. You’re going to give me a notebook and a pen. I’ll take notes. The old-school way.” Alina tilted her head, she sounded truly confused. She hadn’t been expecting that. “Why not record it?”

I’m. “Lena Merritt?” My heart drops. A woman with a press badge and a too-bright smile steps directly into my path, a recorder already in her hand. “Hi! I’m with Channel 7 Sports. Do you have a moment?” I freeze. “I...I’m waiting for my parents.” “It’ll be quick,” she says, already lifting the recorder. “Our viewers would love to hear from you. First...how’s the recovery going after your injury?” My throat closes. “I… I’m not doing interviews.”