Realizing that she wasn’t going to provoke a response out of Hannah, Regina turned around and stormed off angrily instead.
Hannah let out a sigh of relief as she fixed her makeup and left the bathroom.
Before she could even sit down at her desk, Bob came barging in angrily and threw a file onto her desk.
“My office, right this instant!”
Hannah shuddered a little and quickly followed behind him. Regina pulled a face at her when she passed her by and mouthed the words, “Serves you right!”
Hannah simply frowned at her in annoyance and quickened her pace.
After closing the door to Bob’s office, she stood before him with her hands clasped in front of her as she asked, “What is it, Mr. Dijon?”
Despite only being in his forties, Bob had a huge bald patch on the top of his head. At that moment, he pulled his hair with one and turned around on the same spot in his office.
“Hannah… You’ve been working here for a few years now, right?” he asked as patiently as he could while trying his best to suppress his anger.
“Yes, that’s right,” Hannah replied honestly.
“Look at the crap you’ve written! This is absolute garbage! Everyone’s talking about the relationship between Fabian and Yvette right now, and yet you give me this nonsense instead?” Bob raised his voice at her so suddenly that Hannah flinched in response.
She clenched her fists, digging her nails into her palms as she replied with her head low, “I’m sorry, Mr. Dijon… It’s my fault, but…”
How on earth was I supposed to write that article? This is my husband we’re talking about!
“No buts! I’ll give you one more chance, Hannah! Go talk to Fabian and see that you get that exclusive interview with him!” Bob raised his voice at her again.
“What? But… Everyone knows Fabian doesn’t accept requests for interviews! I…” Hannah looked at him in disbelief.
“That’s exactly why it’ll sell! I don’t care what you do, just make sure you get that interview!” Bob shouted before sitting down in his chair and sipping on some tea.
Hannah bit down on her lip and stood there in silence for a quite a while. Eventually, she looked up and stared Bob in the eye as she said firmly, “Mr. Dijon, I think you should have someone else do this instead. I really can’t manage it.”
“You can’t, huh?” He hurled the file angrily at her, almost spilling the tea on her in the process. “Then, get lost! This company doesn’t have room for useless trash like you! You can either get that interview by today or resign and get the hell out of here! The choice is yours!”
Hannah frowned and was about to say something in response, but decided not to when she saw how angry he looked.
“Okay, I’ll try…” she said with a helpless nod.
“Don’t just try! Make it happen!” Bob shouted angrily.
Hannah simply pursed her lips and kept quiet.
Bob sat back down in his chair and waved at her as he said, “All right, you’re dismissed. Go do what you have to do.”
“Yes, Mr. Dijon.” Hannah nodded and walked out of his office.
There’s no way Fabian would agree to this…
She thought to herself as she stood outside Norton Corporation. After taking a deep breath, Hannah made her way into the main lobby.
“How may I help you, Miss?” The receptionist at the front desk stopped her the moment she came in.
Hannah quickly pulled out her identification and said softly, “I’m Hannah Young, a journalist from Weekly Entertainment. I would like to interview Mr. Norton, please.”
“A journalist?” The receptionist frowned impatiently at her. “I’m sorry, Mr. Norton doesn’t do interviews. Please leave.”
