REIGN ON ASHES

Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

NOVA

I stood outside the biggest new company in the country, dressed in black pants, sitting perfectly at my waist, followed by black-covered stilettoes, my long black hair falling to my shoulder, my bag in my hand, and, on the bridge of my nose, my white nerd glasses.

I took a deep breath and stepped forward, I could hear the clicking of my heels against the floor. My throat bobbed, wet palm rubbed through my pant trousers.

The company was bigger than I thought, the air conditioning was blowing from every angle of the reception and the lady sat comfortably although she kept sneaking a peek at me.

I walked up to her with a bright smile, “Hello, Good morning, My name is Hazel, I am here for an interview.” I said politely and softly, eyes on her. Her blue eyes scanned mine for a moment then she smiled and nodded.

“Give me a moment.” She muffled, she typed something on her laptop, and gestured towards the elevator, “Go to the third floor, turn to your left.” She said.

“Thanks.”

This is my second mission.

I walked into the elevator, hands holding my bags tightly, eyes on the red arrow through the display on the elevator. I waited till it dinged, opened, and I stepped out, my eyes scanned my surroundings, there were reporters, working on one thing after another.

But their life is the least I am worried about….What am I worried about, you ask?

This damn job interview.

I took my seat together with the other people who were there for an interview.

“Hi, I’m Milly.” The red-haired girl next to me waved, her palm was sweaty, and she had bobbed her throat a millionth time since I sat down next to her.

Is she that nervous?

“Hi, Hazel,” I responded, not sparing her a glance.

“Oh, nice to meet you, Hazel…. Are you nervous? Because I am…oh, this is like my third interview…what if they don’t still want me?” She rambled.

Of course it’s her third interview…This is the biggest news company in the country. It’s not just any news company, it’s the only news company that is not affiliated with any politicians, which means, they cover any news, absolutely, every news. If they got a scoop on the president, they would air it and they would walk free.

“Number 12, it’s your turn.” I heard the lady standing by the door call out.

That’s my number. I got up, completely ignoring the girl next to me.

“Good luck.” Yet she still cheered and waved at me even though she is nervous and needs the job as much as I do.

I couldn’t bring myself to completely turn away from her, so I turned to her and bowed slightly. She clenched her hands into fists and nodded with a smile.

I couldn’t help but chuckle. She is so cute.

I creaked the door open and walked into the white room. At the center were three people, a lady and two men.

The lady is a famous anchor, one of the boldest news anchors, known for her use of brazen speech, she would call everything for what it is without sugarcoating it at all.

The man on her right, is also an anchor, known for his subtle way of delivering news and always at the top of his game, and finally the man on the left.

The president of the news company. A man in his mid-forties. Dark skin, tall, about six feet two if my calculation is right, green eyes, full thick hair, thick firm hands, he spends most of his weekend at the gym.

I sat in front of them, “Good afternoon.” I greeted.

“Good afternoon, shall we begin?” The lady muffled, looking over my resume. She sighed, her finger running through her hair, her eyes flickering, and once again she sighed.

It’s simple.

I have no education, nor do I have any experience yet I am seated in front of them, requesting to be an anchor.

Slam!

The man on the left, the president of the company slammed my file, not in a rude way, but in the way that said “There is nothing to see here”

He sighed, “Ms. Hazel, I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you that you are not qualified academically. And you also don’t have any experience, so can you explain to me why I should hire you? What do you have that makes you feel bold enough to sit in front of me with no experience or education? What makes you think you are on the same level as everyone outside with a degree and experience?” He asked, his voice had a subtle tone, curious, rather than frustrated. The way his green eyes pierced into mine, it held this confusion that drew a smile from me.

This is my second mission.

The president is not my target but rather the files he has. The files he held. The truth he published and tore. The list of people who were involved in my experiment. The connection. This dark-skinned man sitting in front of me, owes the key to my next target.

I could have snuck into the company and stolen the information I need or I could simply kidnap him and force him to hand it over to me but the chances of me getting the real documents are slim and this man has made himself an enemy to almost everyone in the country hence why he has one of the tightest security teams around him.

Even if I manage to get past his security team, I won’t be able to successfully get my revenge before I have everyone looking for me.

So here I am, talking to him like an employee. I’d put my other skills to good use and get the information I need without drawing attention to myself.

So I leaned into my chair, “Attention.” I answered.

“What?” He gasped.

“I’m not sure if everyone outside noticed but walking in here, I was able to get two pieces of information worthy of being a headline…to simply put, I have a knack for knowing things I shouldn’t know,” I answered.

He gasped, his lips curled into a low dark smirk and he leaned in closer, “Give me one of the scoop, let’s see.”

“Two of your reporters are in a relationship, the problem is, one of them is married and his wife also works here in this company and the biggest plot, the person he is dating is his wife’s closest colleague.” I shrugged.

Silence.

The three of them turned to each other stunned.

“Oh, I forgot to add, one of your reporters is a mole, I saw him sneaking files into his bike and texting an outsider to meet him for coffee for a scoop,” I added.

“You’re hired.”