Post Malone Interview Novels & Stories

"And you don't deserve any recognition if you let your secretary be at the hospital right now because of an allergic reaction. You're not looking up to your employees, and you must be just letting them get sick. Maybe because the perfume experiment—" "Woah," the interviewer cut. He chuckled. "Everyone must be seeing this hot interview. Viewers, this is just the first question. You two must have really hated each other, what ever the reason is," The interview went long. And it was draining. I went o my car and lean. I got no energy left. Montenegro drains all my positive sides. On my side mirror, I saw Kalixo looking at me before he decided to enter his car and went away.

"Well, since you asked, there's this gorgeous sports journalist sitting right across from me who I'd love to take to the best steakhouse in Dallas. What do you say, Natalie? I promise I'm more charming over candlelit dinners." I close my notepad with a soft snap, trying to hide my grin. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Morrison. That wraps our session." "Aw, come on," Jake protests, though he's still smiling. "I can't wait for our next interview. Maybe by then you'll have realized that I'm irresistible.” Jake leaves the room, and a minute later, I gather my recording equipment while Mark starts packing up his gear. The interview room feels lighter now that the cameras have stopped rolling, and

One. The camera went live. "Good afternoon, everyone. Today we are joined by Leonardo Moretti.” The host smiled professionally. "Mr Moretti, thank you for joining us.” I nodded once. The interview began. For the first minutes the questions remained predictable. Business. Family. The recent scandals. Then the conversation reached the topic everyone cared about. Natalie. The host folded her hands. "So, your relationship with Natalie wasn't a contract?” Finally, the question everyone was waiting for.

After speaking with Logan, I felt more confident than I had been in a good long while, so together, we went downstairs and rejoined the interview. Mabel was speaking with Susan Willman, the newscaster. “It’s not unheard of for the interviewees to be provided the questions in advance,” Mable said. “I’m just asking to peek at them, that’s all.” “If your clients have nothing to hide, they don’t need to see my questions,” Susan said, firm.

This was the first I heard about that; It almost made me glaze over the compliment she so easily threw my way. "I enjoy talking to you too. But you have an interview tomorrow? A proper one?" My brow raised in question, wondering how Malachi reacted to this? He's never let Ines have a proper interview before, so this was news. One that's sure to surprise the world, and I could only hope it did so in a good way.

He’d worn it down today, the freshly trimmed ends falling just above his shoulders. “Well, first,” Blake began, starting a recording on his phone that he set on the table between them, “I wanted to ask why you agreed to meet with me. As you know, I’ve been trying to get an interview with you for years. I was a little surprised when your Beta reached out to me.” This question was expected. As much as Blake Mylonapoulos was known for his exposés, Dominic was nearly positive he wouldn’t be surprised by anything that came up today. He and Adam had gone over every possible question that Blake might ask.

“Nice to meet you.” Malachi grins, tossing his phone down onto the table in front of him. “I’ve been waiting to get you two in the same room together.” “It’s not that hard,” I say. “Just come to Easter dinner.” Malachi lets out a hearty laugh, leaning back in his chair far enough to slap his knee. “Oh, good one!” I glance over at AJ with a slight brow raise. If he’s already getting entertained now, hopefully that means this interview will be a piece of cake. Compared to the usual stuff Malachi puts out, this may be on the milder side.

“Mr. Malone is not allowed to interfere with your training and will not be interviewing the other participants, though he will be filming from a distance. During times when you are not in training, please be accommodating and give him a few minutes of your time.” “We’d be happy to,” Bev said. “Do you mind if we sneak in a quick interview right now before you head to your next activity?” Phil asked. Bev wasn’t comfortable with cameras or the spotlight, but because she had apparently already agreed to be interviewed, they should probably get it over with before the rest of the group left the classroom. She didn’t want any of them to see. “What would you like to know?”