The next person I had to interview was Collin Huderson.
Collin Huderson was the exact opposite of Jeffrey.
I noticed it the moment he walked in.
Where Jeffrey felt sharp and closed off, Collin came in like the room already belonged to him. Loose steps, easy grin, hair slightly messy in a way that looked intentional rather than careless.
He greeted two staff members on his way over, even laughed at something one of them said like he had all the time in the world.
Then his eyes landed on me.
“Ah,” he said, like he was pleasantly surprised. “You must be the journalist everyone’s been acting serious for all morning.”
I raised a brow slightly. “I didn’t know I had that effect.”
He smiled wider. “You don’t. I think I do.”
I gave him a slight smile. At least he made me feel more at ease
