I already said we should get her fired, but you stopped me. Now we have all these problems.”
Mike grumbled, then suddenly realized, “Interview? What interview?”
So I briefly explained what had happened that day. Mike wasn’t happy.
“Why did you say you don’t have the ability? I’ll have my secretary schedule a time right now. Come to my company tomorrow and we’ll secure this interview!”
Is that really the point here?
“That won’t be necessary,” I hesitated for a moment before saying, “I wasn’t planning to interview you…”
Mike fell silent.
Hugging his pillow, he quietly walked out of the room.
Mike was angry.
The reason was that for this interview, he wasn’t my first choice.
My chosen subject was named Wilson Chen, an old–school business tycoon.
He was among the first wave of entrepreneurs, investing in stocks and promoting the development of the
real economy:
Now in his seventies, getting an interview with him would be very difficult.
But whether for work or personal reasons, I wanted to meet this respected elder.
That night, Mike slept separately from me for the first time ever. Although he still drove me to work the next day, he didn’t “bother” me all day, and when he picked me up after work, he wore a sulky expression.
He made sure I could tell he wasn’t happy.
I laughed and poked his shoulder. “Weren’t you the one who said you don’t do interviews?”
“That’s for other people’s interviews. Are you ‘other people‘? I was saving my first time especially for you, and you don’t even want it. My heart is now so shattered that even a QR code scanner couldn’t read it.”
What is he even talking about?
