Byline—
Reporter, Reagon Chapman, Intern Reporter, Mia Ginger.
In addition—
Since she didn’t go out on the streets herself, she took a picture of the flyer as an illustration.
Once everything was done, almost half an hour had passed.
At 5:40, most of the people in the workspace had already clocked out.
Mia Ginger glanced sideways at Reagon Chapman; she was still there.
Taking a deep breath, Mia Ginger checked the article, pictures, and recordings one more time, sent them to Reagon Chapman, and proactively approached her with a mild smile: "Sister Chapman, I just sent you the article and pictures."
"Did you record the phone call?" Reagon Chapman asked.
Mia Ginger nodded, "I did."
Reagon Chapman opened the chat window, received the article and pictures, gave them a glance, smiled, and asked her, "Fraud? Are you sure?"
Mia Ginger answered seriously, "The phone recording can prove it."
"Maybe the person just thinks there’s nothing worth discussing, or simply dislikes reporters?" Reagon Chapman dragged her chair back a bit, curled her fingers knocking on the table, looking serious.
Mia Ginger: "..."
She pressed her lips and said nothing for a moment.
After all, her network is limited, her clues limited, and in such a short time, she could only get this far.
Mia Ginger felt a bit confused.
Reagon Chapman looked at her silent face, thought for a moment, casually picked up the phone from the table and said, "Let me check, um, note this down—Manager King’s phone number at Fortune Mart, then make another call."
Mia Ginger looked at her, biting her lip.
Clearly, there was a phone, why didn’t she do it earlier?
She seriously suspected Reagon Chapman was mocking her for no reason.
But—
People have to bow under the eaves.
Mia Ginger nodded, noted the phone number, "Okay."
Then went back to make the call, the whole process took over twenty minutes, soon it was past six.
She had a pretty good chat with Manager King.
Manager King repeatedly assured that their supermarket is a domestic chain and is very reputable, and would never resort to advertising by posting wild posters. He reminded all job seekers to be cautious and prevent being deceived.
Thinking there should be no more issues, Mia Ginger went back to writing the article again.
By 6:40, she had polished the article so well that not a single typo could be found.
Went again to find Reagon Chapman.
Reagon Chapman didn’t seem to know who she was talking to, only told her, "Go first, we’ll talk later."
Mia Ginger: "..."
Alright, she could only go back and wait.
It soon reached seven, and Koa Jackson called.
Mia Ginger held the phone at the elevator entrance and whispered: "I’m still working overtime."
"This late?" Koa Jackson frowned, "Did you have dinner? You’re busy on the first day of internship?"
"No, there was a sudden news piece."
"Okay." Koa Jackson said helplessly, "I’ve worked overtime as well, not home yet, drive back carefully, stay safe."
"Mm."
Mia Ginger hung up the phone and returned to her seat.
Just as she planned to find Reagon Chapman, she took another call.
"Hello, hello."
"Hi, the new intern isn’t very sensible."
"I understand, reputation matters."
"Rest assured."
"It was never a big deal, no need to be so courteous."
"..."
Reagon Chapman’s call lasted over twenty minutes again, once finished, it was seven-thirty.
Mia Ginger waited for her to finish the call and approached her, her gaze fell onto the phone screen, paused for a moment, the screen showed, Manager King, call ended.