Post Malone Interview Novels & Stories

"Besides, shouldn't you have consulted me before enlisting me again?" "I did ask you." Norman responded. "When?" I glared at him. "Last week. You agreed." "I did not." I protested. "I have a photographic memory, and I can assure you I said no such thing." "Sir, an editor from Urban Pulse requested an interview with you. Are you up for it? Sure, whatever," Norman recounted. "That was exactly what you said." "Whatever." I grumbled. "Did you have breakfast before leaving home, sir? If not, can I get you anything?"

Malhotra would be a man in his 50s or 60s. I cleared my throat to gain his attention. "So are we back to earth?" He asked sarcastically and I was embarrassed. It's the first time I've nothing to say. But all of this was his fault! Okay I agree I was lost but he was late too! If he wouldn't have been late I wouldn't have been watching the garden and thinking all the nonsense to pass my time. "Hello Mr. Malhotra, I'm Elena Singh. I came here for the interview" I replied. His actions halted and eyes snapped towards me. Shock covering all his features. What is with all the handsome men in this house and their shocking expressions? I wondered.

"How are you, Mr. Montiero?" "I'm doing good." I was just shaken by Lucas's short answers, the voice was still cold. It was as if he was too lazy to speak or even answer. "Congratulations Mr. Montiero, because you are the leader in the business world again. What can you say about it?" "Well, thank you." So Julie laughed that the other cameramen were just next to me. Who would not laugh, Lucas short and sparing speech? So the interviewer seems to still be counted. "Let's go to your love life Mr. Montiero ... so are you dating a woman?" interviewing the interviewer.

“I’m cool.” “We didn’t know Jerry was going to be like that or we wouldn’t have agreed to it,” Sam says. The deed has been done. All that’s left is to wait for the questions. We’ll leave it our social media manager to handle the comments that will arise from the interview. Bloggers will have a field day dissecting that shitty excuse of an interview and trying to mislead their fans. Good times. “The interview was shit anyway. I’m hungry.” “We should get out of here,” Lucas says.

JACK'S POV It was time to have a real conversation with Vera. We hadn’t really talked since that day in the garden, even though we promised to always be honest with each other. After our guests left, the house got quiet. We were alone in the kitchen, washing the dishes. Malone had downed a cup of coffee and gone upstairs. Timothy had left with Hannah’s family. He was already best friends with Tasha. Half an hour later, as I rinsed the last plate, I finally answered the question Vera had asked earlier. "I went to see Monica’s father to confirm something. You won’t believe what he told me."

With a heavy sigh, Sam picked up a bowl of water and followed Max out of the room. * * * Monica walked out of the changing room in a skin-tight gown that showcased her slender legs and small waist. The reporter walked up to her. "Hi, I'm Sophie Donald from DT Broadcasting Station and we are here to interview you. I hope that's okay with you?" Monica smiled. She hadn't had an interview in ages, but she managed to hold her smile. "Totally okay." Diane walked over and gave her a reassuring look, then whispered, "You can choose to skip any question that you don't feel comfortable with answering."

Malcolm turned away to catch snatches of Jacob's phone conversation. "Are you sure?" Jacob whispered. " Dead? " Malcolm gulped. Were they talking about Aya? His mind visualized an image of her lifeless body. No! Not his Aya. "Malcolm Baal!" The reporter moved in front of him. "I have thousands of viewers who would love to meet you." "This is not a good time, Miss Implant." Malcolm felt Van-Nilsen jabbing him in the back with his walking stick. "Uh, Porky. No, I mean—" Damn, what the hell was her name?

He said one last time to the camera and went on with his interview. Elizabeth remained glued on the spot in a daze her mouth was opened wide agape.. "I love you too my son." She muttered as she sat down to watch the rest of his interview. "THANK YOU EVERYONE AND AS I SAID, LET'S WORK TOGETHER IN EXCELLENCE.” “ONCE AGAIN MY NAME IS SAMIEN ZATHRION AND I DO HAVE A GREAT DAY AHEAD.” His interview ended. Sophia and Evely smiled at how maturely he managed his interview.

I rubbed my jawline and took a deep breath before answering, “Look, I’m well aware of my reputation and will acknowledge that I deserve the labeling of being a playboy. I’ve made some poor choices in the past, but right now my focus is on playing baseball and staying out of trouble.” When the crowd dispersed, Jacob and I made our way towards the locker room. Elizabeth was standing in the hallway chatting with Malcom. It dawned on me that she must have turned her mic off because I hadn’t heard any of their conversation through the earbud. I slipped the device out of my ear — thankful to no longer have her voice in my head. Malcom caught me staring at the two of them chatting, and a sly smirk

“Now, more importantly, how did the interview go?” I grinned, throwing my arms up. “I GOT THE JOB!” She let out a squeal, launching herself at me in an excited hug. “Oh my God! No one recognized you?” “Of course not. I was flawless.” She flicked my forehead. “You’re lucky.” “I’m talented,” I corrected, rubbing my head. “Yeah, yeah.” She leaned back against the pillows. “So, how was the company? Boring corporate suits everywhere?” “Oh, speaking of suits,” I groaned, flopping onto the bed beside her. “The CEO? Creed Malcolm? Insanely handsome. But also the most arrogant, self-important jerk I’ve ever met.”