Sadie Sink Interviews Novels & Stories

So I saved the message and turned off my phone. A local arts blog asked to interview me. I said no. Then Jake convinced me to say yes. “You don’t have to talk about her,” he said. “Talk about the art. The process. Not the pain.” The interviewer was a young woman named Sasha, with kind eyes and a gentle voice. She met me at a coffee shop in Echo Park and asked if I was nervous. “Terrified,” I admitted. “You don’t have to be. I’m not here to exploit you. I just want to understand your work.”

She furrowed her brow, appearing almost curious. “Can I help you?” she asked. “Hi, I’m Sadie Bruns,” I answered. “I’m here to interview with Mr. Grave about the open nanny position?” Her eyes lit up with realization, and she nodded. “Oh, yes. He’s expecting you. Please come in.”

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.

“Alright.” Sade walked through the venue, making her way to the restroom. As soon as she stepped in, she heard excited chatter from a few women at the sinks. “Girl, we saw you dancing with Mr. Rossi!” one of them teased. Sade rolled her eyes, smirking as she walked toward a stall. “And?” “How did it feel?” another woman giggled. Before Sade could answer, a toilet flushed, and out stepped Kaylin Rossi. The women fell silent, their eyes wide with surprise. Kaylin walked to the sink, turned on the water, and chuckled as she washed her hands.

His sister’s mischievous look hinted she was subtly interrogating me, but Noah’s protective eyes made my pulse race. After meeting most of his family, Noah excused himself for a meeting. I wandered through the house and eventually found myself in the backyard garden. A voice beside me startled me. “And you must be the lovely Amelia.” I turned to see a very pretty woman—brunette, white-tan skin, brown eyes, high cheekbones. Definitely someone you’d feel insecure around. “Yes, and you are…?” “Forgive my manners. I’m Sadie, executive assistant to Noah Prescott,” she said, extending her hand.

"You got tingly all over, especially in happy, fun places?" "Oh, yeah." "So is he totally ripped?" "Lifeguard, duh. So when are you coming into town?" Subject change. Sadie was from Dallas, which was a solid twenty-hour drive. "Sunday. Can I crash at your pad?" "Of course." The sorority house wouldn't be open until Monday, so we could help each other move in. "Good, maybe you and Taylor can take me and Noah for dinner." I tried to keep the nervousness out of my laughter. "We'll see. I've really gotta get ready. I'll see you then, okay?"

He studied her for a moment. Still no recognition. "My apologies. We have many regular clients. I can't quite place you." That made it worse. Sadie's embarrassment deepened. She was beautiful, famous, and one of the hottest young actresses in entertainment. How could he not remember her at all? Before she could spiral further, Mossa stepped in. "This is my daughter, Sadie Hayes. She's a very popular actress." "I see." Steve nodded politely. "My apologies, but I don't really follow the entertainment industry."

I quietly ask, knowing fully well how sensitive and fragile this situation is. She shakes her head and for the first time since I stepped into her living room, I notice her sorrowful eyes. Pain flashed in her eyes for a brief second. This is part of the research: doing interviews. Interviewing the victims to find out more about the facts before I assemble the story and craft the words. No matter how difficult it is for the subject, I still have to do it. Sometimes, more often than not, I hate this part. Sabrina shakes her head again, this time a tad harsher than the previous one. “No, he didn’t.” She takes a deep breath and seems to struggle to keep herself calm as her body shudders, finally

After about five minutes my father broke the silence. “Sadie, how are you feeling?” He asked her. I was about to answer but Sadie squeed my hand. “I feel good doctor Colemen.” She said and took a bite of her food. “That’s good Sadie.” “Doctor Colemen, can I ask you a question?” Sadie asked. “Of course Sadie.” “Why are you doing this to us?” She said and my body stiffened. He looked up at us. “What do you mean? Doing what?” He asked.

Royce said sternly, “No matter what you want me to do, I’ll help you do it!” Kayson said, “Can we go back to the room first?” Royce nodded. “Sure!” The four of them went back to the room. Sadie did not say anything from the beginning. After taking their seats, Kayson said to Sadie, “Ms. Wolfenden, are you familiar with the social media industry?” Sadie snapped back to reality and forced herself to calm down. “Not really. I work in the construction industry. I have very little knowledge about social media.”