The editor–in–chief was so happy he couldn’t close his mouth. “This just goes to show the value of our exper-
ienced reporters who are steady and responsible. Not like some young colleagues who can’t even walk but
want to run, making wild promises in serious meetings and becoming a joke.”
Emily kept her head down, her eyes red.
Indeed, forget about the interview–Mike hadn’t even answered her calls.
She had become a complete joke.
But I didn’t kick her while she was down. After the meeting ended, as I walked out, Emily cornered me at the
door.
“Don’t get too smug. Mike didn’t agree to your interview either. He’s always loved me. If I hadn’t rejected his
confession back then, he wouldn’t have married you just to create distance between us.”
Hearing this, I was briefly silent.
So she knew everything all along, pretending to be clueless while comfortably enjoying Mike’s kindness?
I gave Emily a thumbs up. “You really are uniquely refreshing in your two–faced behavior–bold, unashamed, and utterly without conscience.”
Getting Mr. Chen to come out of retirement was largely thanks to Mike’s help.
He used this to shamelessly ask for a ton of rewards from me.
One night, just as I was falling asleep, I was awakened by his phone ringing.
I impatiently kicked him. Mike drowsily answered the phone with his eyes closed.
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Then a woman’s crying came through the phone speaker in the quiet night, making me shudder.
“This is the bar. Is Ms. Emily your friend? She’s drunk and refuses to go home, just sitting here crying out your name. We’re closing soon, so please come pick her up.”
In the background, Emily could be heard wailing, “Mike, have you really abandoned me? Have you really aba- ndoned your little Emily?”
It was like watching a drama.
