The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Rita found the whole thing suspicious. It was her first time interviewing with the social organization, and it was a completely different experience from interviewing celebrities. The cases handled by the social organization were usually closely related to the lives of ordinary people. Sometimes, they would also have to deal with unbearable and horrific cases.

Nevertheless, Rita preferred dealing with these people.

She would fight until the end for justice if it was true that the man's family had been forcibly occupied by unscrupulous developers. While her other colleagues were busy exploring the environment, Rita squatted in front of the man again with her pen and notebook in hand.

"Hello, my name is Rita Russell. I'm a rookie reporter for New Capital Times. I'd like to know more about your situation. Would you be willing to accept an interview?"

The man glanced at her, and only then did Rita notice that he was crying. His face was so dirty that the tears left two obvious white trails down his cheeks.

"You..."

"Get lost! You reporters and those heartless developers are all the same! Go away, I don't want to see any of you." The man mercilessly spat on the ground in front of Rita, causing her to gasp and stagger back.

"Why you!"

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speechless, her silence deafening. However, she was well aware that if

more uncooperative this destitute man was, the more serious Rita felt the matter was. Without delay, she hurried back to the office to report the

colleague stepped in to discourage her

there, yet none have gained the trust of that man. What makes you think you can? Is

her colleague insult her but also the countless female reporters like her. Gender discrimination existed in every industry, but Rita could not tolerate the same thing

colleagues. She did not think she was any less capable than her male colleagues. Moreover, she was the