"Ella, hurry over here."
The cameraman was already calling me.
I quickly hung up the call and ran over, not daring to meet his eyes.
On one side was the interview team, and on the other was Finley's team of secretaries.
The villa's garden was packed with people.
"Mr. Hebert, Elise is late. I apologize on her behalf."
Lila had clearly dressed up today, wearing a chic outfit as she moved around.
Finley said, "Isn't it not time yet? Is this considered late?"
Lila was at a loss for words.
"Who will go first?"
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting speckles of golden light into Finley's dark eyes.
He half-closed his eyes, looking like a lazy leopard.
But the sharpness was hard to hide.
Lila smoothed her hair and sat in front of Finley. "I'll go first."
The photographer kindly reminded her, "Lila, you're blocking the camera."
Only then did she reluctantly move aside.
To be honest, I was a bit nervous.
After all, it was my first special interview for the finance section, and I was afraid I hadn't prepared enough.
Lila pulled out her notebook and cleared her throat. "Mr. Hebert, could you tell us how old you were when you first started working with the company?"
At her question, Finley's secretaries looked perplexed.
Finley stared at her coolly. "Sixteen."
"Do you have any interesting stories from managing the company?"
"No."
"Have you faced any setbacks?"
Finley's chief secretary suddenly stood up. "Excuse me, can we ask some professional questions? Our requirements are very clear; we're not doing a personal biography."
Lila's face turned red. "But these are things people are interested in…"
"Sorry, if you continue with these questions, we'll have to terminate the interview."
The deputy editor hurriedly apologized. "Sorry, the newbies don't have much experience."
He also signaled for me to take over.
After all, everyone was aware of my relationship with Finley.
I was so nervous that my palms were sweaty as I walked up and sat next to the camera.
Facing the camera, my first remarks were shaky.
Finley shifted his gaze to me.
This time, his eyes were cold and professional.
Clearly, it was business as usual.
I also straightened up and quickly got into the zone.
"Hello, Mr. Hebert. The theme of this issue is 'the new cycle of scientific innovation.' The contradictions affecting the capital market are various cycles, and what promotes the progress of human civilization is the technological cycle. Could you please share your understanding of this term?"
Finley's brows relaxed, and his voice was calm and deep.
"Currently, we are at a new window of the technological revolution. Analysis, exploration, and structures under the traditional classic framework will all undergo reorganization…"
I carefully noted down the key points while referring to my notes.
Fortunately, I could understand and keep up with his thoughts.
Once truly immersed, I wasn't as nervous.
The interview lasted nearly two hours.
During the interview, Finley would call for breaks when he saw me getting tired.
Aside from that, everyone was focused and engrossed.
aaaaaaThe deputy editor kept giving me meaningful glances: Dig deeper! Keep going!
Lila was bored and sent Luke a text asking him to pick her up.
When the interview ended, I saw Luke staring at me intently.
His eyes were filled with frustration.
The deputy editor patted my shoulder. "Ella, good job."
Lila hummed. "She's interviewing her husband, of course she did well. Next time when I interview Luke, I'll do well too."
The deputy editor was taken aback but ignored her.
Instead, he instructed me, "Write a good piece this time, don't disappoint me."
I nodded. "Don't worry, Editor-in-Chief."
As the crowd dispersed, I suddenly realized I was still standing on the territory of a certain wolf.
Just as I was about to escape, Finley grabbed the collar of my blouse from behind.
"Where?"
"To, to eat…."
Finley's gaze met Luke's from a distance.
He discreetly wrapped his arm around my waist. "I think there were some parts that weren't clear earlier, we can discuss them in more detail."
I perked up my ears. "Really?"
"Hmm?" "Mm, really. And by the way, let's have lunch."
"Okay."
Finley had already arranged for lunch.
I wolfed down my meal and moved closer to Finley. "Let's start then."
Finley glanced at my notes. "On page two, we can add a few more points from these aspects."
"Mm, go ahead."
As Finley spoke, I wrote furiously.
"Wait, I still have a question about this part."
"What?" Finley's hand had somehow found its way to my lower back.
Through my black skirt, the warmth of his palm was unmistakably felt.
I abruptly stopped speaking. "Finley, what are you doing?"
"Sorry, it's the first time seeing you like this…"
"Hmm?"
Sometime during this, Finley's eyes had changed.
He gently pulled me into his lap. "You're really captivating like this…"
"Later, let's go to the bedroom and talk more."
Confirmation complete, he's lost it.
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