Kristine Barnett Interview Novels & Stories

Clarissa paused when she saw my expression. "Ms. York, is there a problem?" "Well…" I began awkwardly. "I've heard that Mr. Shore rarely accepts interviews." She nodded. "That's exactly why we want you to try. Christine already went once and was turned away. I figured that you'd be capable of this task since you've written many trending pieces before." I was already thinking about how to decline. Even switching assignments would've been fine, but Clarissa continued, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. If you get the interview, great. If not, that's fine too. No other magazine has managed it either."

“Yeah. She even takes me to her favorite bar sometimes. Rita’s.” I was too furious to speak. My fists were clenched and I was shaking. Kristen put her hand on my forearm to calm me down, but pulled away quickly, second guessing the gesture, as neither of us were entirely sure where we stood now. “Um, do you have a job, Candace?” Kristen tried to change the subject, realizing that I wasn’t going to speak any time soon. “Nope. You?” “Kristen works at a publishing company,” I told Candace, trying to calm myself.

Her breath caught as she clenched around him, and he followed seconds later with a low grunt, collapsing against her back. When they stumbled out of the stall minutes later, still fixing their clothes “Interesting timing for a quickie,” a voice said coldly. They both froze. Flush. A stall door creaked open. A woman stepped out, holding a notebook, an and a recorder press badge pinned to her chest. Christine from BNC News. “Well, well,” she said, raising a brow. “The grieving sister sleeping with her husband’s brother? That will sell faster than your crocodile tears at the podium.”

“It’s too hot! Do you want me dead?” “Sorry, Miss Pratt. I’ll be careful next time.” Coffee spilled onto Ella’s pants. Her assistant hurried over. “Miss Hart, sorry! Let me clean that up.” “Forget it. I need to finish the interview,” Ella said, unwilling to waste her subjects’ time. Christine glared at her, fearless, full of provocation. Ella continued with her interview. Christine summoned the event organizer. “This journalist is careless, messing up the atmosphere. Kick her out immediately.”

This interview was requested by Theodore's grandmother, so I had no intention of crossing her because of my irrational jealousy towards a woman I barely knew. The cons simply outweighed the pros, so I nodded. “Then let's begin,” Theodore ordered. The director began the countdown, and then finally gave us the green light. The journalist's professional smile finally appeared as she greeted us. Her first question, naturally, was about the company. “Mr. Knight, so tell us,” she began, her tone a mix of curiosity, “what’s next for Knightstone Capital after last quarter’s expansion into South America?” Theodore replied with a smooth confidence that drew everyone's attention to him. Every word he s

"It's fine." "Just fine?" Nathan said. "I've seen you two in meetings. There's definitely chemistry." "Professional chemistry," Kristine said through gritted teeth. "Is there any other kind?" Nathan's smile didn't reach his eyes. George set down his fork. "Kristine is an exceptional creative director. Her work is some of the best medical illustration I've ever seen. It's been an honor to collaborate with her." Richard nodded. "She is talented. We're lucky to have her."

She goes to say something else, but the announcer cuts her off "Ahh, another human. This is Krystal Dunn of Earth. She is nineteen years old. She has brown hair and blue eyes. Her correspondent describes her as lively and outgoing. Please have a seat, Ms. Dunn," he says, and we all look at the door to see Krystal blushing while looking radiant in a pale green princess dress. She finds us rather quickly when she looks across the room and begins to walk toward us like she has been wearing gowns her entire life. When she sits down she gives us all a big smile before whispering, "wow."

Zack said nothing, and I wondered why. “Why did you do so much damage to Kristine when you were sparring?” Zack asked. I winced at the question, as Brittany smirked in my direction. “Is the princess complaining about her treatment? You told me to train her, I did nothing different than I would have with anyone else,” she replied, sitting back and crossing her legs slowly.

It turned out that Norton had wanted to ask what she had been up to. She looked down, with her eyes full of grievances. "Norton, a reporter asked me about Sabrina yesterday. So, I answered a few questions. I told them the truth. Sabrina is really enthusiastic and helpful. I didn't mean for this to happen. I am really grateful for what she did for the family." Norton's condemning expression hurt Carmella badly. He was so concerned about Sabrina that he had to come to question her because of a few scandals.

I silence the wayward thought and focus on the furious woman in front of me. “We need to speak in private, Mr. King. Now.” Kristina turns to glare at Zaria. “Didn’t you see that I was speaking to him before—” “I’m sorry, Kristina,” I cut in sharply, “but I simply can’t refuse the daughter of the former CEO’s request to talk to me in private. We’ll continue this another time, yes?” Kristina’s fake smile wavers before she nods reluctantly and turns away, though not without shooting Zaria a filthy glare. I almost laugh. Women are truly fascinating creatures.