Heartstrings on Fire

After hanging up the phone, Agnes felt a sense of relief. Everything was going according to her plan.

She had just gotten off the phone with Jared.

Agnes gathered her stuff and made her way straight to Tim Tower

Tim Tower was the city’s landmark in the city center.

Agnes knew the place like the back of Her hand and went straight up to the 60th floor by the elevator. That’s where Jared’s office was.

The Journalism Society members were all waiting in the lounge.

When Lily saw Agnes showing up at the door, she looked like she had just seen a life–saver.

“Agnes, get ready quickly. Here’s the interview script. You’re tasked with interviewing Mr. Whitfield. The interview has been rescheduled to 4:30. You have an hour to prepare. Thanks for your hard work, Agnes.”

Agnes took the script and said, ‘Don’t worry, President Lily. I’ll do my best.”

the lounge and locked eyes with

seemed to have tear stains on her

saw the resentment from Jenny’s eyes, but she quickly concealed it, then she turned to a look of injustice and weakness. This very act of Jenny had once

for the interview. At 4:30, she began her

this was Agnes‘ first time as an interviewer. She was extremely nervous internally. But because Jared was the interviewee, she felt secure in her heart. The interview went smoothly, and

stood up, tripped over the equipment cords, and almost fell.

Jared reacted quickly and

your step. You’re still as clumsy as

hand from Jared’s, glancing

their equipment. Thankfully, no one

tone might have caused misunderstandings, if

in

felt something was off between Agnes and

suddenly approached Jared and asked, “Mr. Whitfield, If I may, can I ask a personal question on