No One But You

Chapter 3 Lost My Job

As he approached me, a peculiar faint smell of tobacco penetrated my nose.

Vaguely, I always felt like I've smelled it somewhere.

Instead of shaking my hand, he sat down on the sofa across from me and looked at the badge hanging

around my neck. "Your name is Betty?"

"Oh no." He played his cards a little unnaturally, and my rhythm was disturbed by him, “My name is

Josephine, and the reporter scheduled to interview you is on a business trip."

I raised my eyes to his face.

I knew a bit of Calvin.

DonHiu Group was founded by two brothers. It was said that the father was a famous official in his

family, but the two sons were also the best in the group.

In a few years, DonHiu Group was developed into a large enterprise in C Country.

Calvin was young, it was said that he had not yet thirty.

So for such a representative young businessman, there must be something worth exploring.

But Betty's interview was too simple and flatteringly written.

I didn't expect him to be so handsome. Even if he was in a movie, he would not be beaten by any male

star.

I looked at him lost in thought, he bent his fingers on the table and knocked once, “Miss Josephine,

there are flowers on my face?"

Of course not, I looked at his resolute forehead and answered truthfully, "I always feel I have seen you

somewhere."

"I've been doing a lot of interviews lately," he chuckled.

Maybe it was on TV. I had no interest in these iconic characters, and even when I saw them I just

glanced at them.

I turned on the recorder and the interview began.

According to the transcript, the interview went smoothly, though without much spark.

Till the end, my phone rang in my bag.

Glancing into the open bag, I found it was Daniel.

I'd been looking for him for twenty-four hours, and he finally showed up.

I put the phone through without thinking and went straight out of the reception room to answer it.

"Where have you been?" I asked as soon as I connected.

"Josephine," he said in his usual soft voice, "Did you called me a lot?"

"Where have you been?"

"I was on a business trip and left in a hurry yesterday. I didn't have time to tell you."

"Ok." I asked him something more important, “Let me ask you, what happened after the night I

accompanied you to a party a month and a half ago?"

"How can I remember it after all this time?" He tried to muddle through. "Josephine, I have business,

I'm going to hang up."

"Daniel, don't hang up!" I called his name through gritted teeth. "Why was I in the hotel? Why were you

not there? Why didn't you take me home when I was too drunk?"

"Josephine, I explained to you last time. As I just put you in place, my leader called me, so I went to

work, and I did not bother you since it was too late."

“You didn't touch me?"

"Of course not."

I laughed. Did the child fall from the sky?

"Okay," I nodded. "Since you haven't touched me, let me ask you, why am I pregnant?"

I asked in a calm voice.

Maybe I was the only one in the world got pregnant and question the husband.

"Josephine." His voice was unsurprising, as if he had prepared for it, “Wait until I come back."

"Daniel, you come back at once!" Finally, I shouted it out hysterically at the back of the stairs.

He hung up the phone faster than he could do anything.

He was slow in doing everything, but he was quick at running away when something happened.

I took a deep breath and felt a dull pain in my chest.

Turning round, clutching my chest, I saw the tall figure entering the lift.

"Mr. Knight!” I jogged for a few steps until I reached the elevator door, which closed slowly in front of

my eyes.

Calvin's handsome but cold face disappeared between the two cold iron gates.

I looked at the number jumping on the elevator, and was ready to follow up when I was sure about the

No.

A man who looked like a secretary stopped me. "Miss Josephine, I am Mr. Knight's secretary."

"Oh, I had something urgent. I answered the phone." I hastened to explain.

"Mr. Knight asked me to tell you that you are the most unprofessional journalist he has ever met."

I was dumbstruck. He didn't see me when I was professional.

When I was looking for gutter oil, I pretended to be a peddler and followed the men to fetch it every

night for two weeks.

"Sorry, I really have something urgent just now. If Mr. Knight is not available now, we can make another

appointment."

"Mr. Knight doesn't have so much time to waste for you." The secretary handed me the interview script

I had left in the reception room. "It's someone else's script. Even if it's a temporary replacement. You're

being insincere," she said.

The secretary then stepped into the lift, and I heaved a sigh.

Such a simple thing had not been completed, the profile should be the easiest thing.

Back to the company, before I could sit down, Nora ran to tell me, “editor-in-chief to wants to see you.

Be careful, I heard that you did not complete the interview, and DonHiu Group people complained you.

Now editor-in-chief was furious.”

I went into editor-in-chief's office. Editor-in-chief was so angry that he even took off his headgear and

showed his bare head. It was said that who can see the bare head of the editor-in-chief was not far

from death.”

I did not dare to sit down and stood trembling, “Editor-in-chief."

He didn't speak for a long time, and I looked at his bald head, stunning.

Suddenly, he finally spoke, “Josephine, go to the personnel department to do the procedures!"

I was stunned, “What procedure?"

"Procedure for leaving your job!" The editor-in-chief yelled at me so loudly that I almost fell over.

"Editor in chief, I just received a call." I was a little aggrieved to admit that it was wrong to answer the

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"Josephine, are you new? Are you on your first day as a reporter? Do you know who you're

interviewing? It is not easy to make an appointment with Calvin, it was for the sake of the head office.

Now he complained to the head office. I'm just a editor-in-chief of a small bureau, I can't cover you!"

He patted on the table, and I was afraid he would shatter the already fragile table.

Subconsciously I covered my stomach.

It was the nature of a woman to be maternal, and though I dread his coming, I was his mother.

I stepped back and licked my lips. "Editor-in-chief, it is easy to be irate in autumn. I'll make you a cup of

tea."

I wanted to slip away, but the editor-in-chief restored some reason and shouted at me in a hoarse

voice, “Josephine, you worked here for three years since you graduated from school. I should keep

you, but my ability is limited, please understand it.”

In the sun, the editor-in-chief's head glowed like a light bulb.

I could feel his helplessness.