"I can see you really want to ask, 'So why didn't that big sister keep me? Is that it?'" Seeing her ever-changing expression, Brian Harris felt a surge of resentment—sure enough, this little vixen was setting him up. He immediately offered a considerate explanation: "Big sister said my health is so poor, it's a congenital issue, and even strong medication can't make up for it. So, she just shooed me away like a fly, afraid I'd embarrass them."

Emily Cooper was furious—she hadn't expected to end up helping him instead. Forcing herself to stay calm, she snapped at him again, "Please leave. I don't want to waste work hours on pointless chatter."

"Give me a reason." Brian Harris frowned, a bit displeased. He knew what the little vixen was up to, but as someone desperate for a job, he wasn't about to sympathize with her mood.

"Didn't I just say? You lack responsibility. Besides, you don't understand a journalist's workflow, nor do you have any real experience. Being a journalist isn't as simple as you think—just snapping photos and gathering material. There's a lot of hardship involved, more than you can imagine." The more Emily Cooper thought about it, the more she felt justified. She secretly elbowed herself—what was she thinking at the job fair that day, wanting to bring in someone like him?

"How do you know I have no experience? How do you know I don't understand a journalist's workflow? How do you know I don't know the hardships involved?"

Chapter 12: Xiaoyu, Shocking Words

"Could he really understand?" Looking at Brian Harris's bitter smile, Emily Cooper couldn't help but think this, even though she didn't believe it herself. She shook her head helplessly to drive the thought away and said nothing, leisurely sipping her tea. The meaning was clear: if you really understand, then give me a reason to let you stay.

Brian Harris looked at her infuriatingly seductive expression and really wanted to find a secluded place to strangle her. But the image of that little woman’s disdainful gaze flashed through his mind, and he could only hold back. In today's society, strength is respected. In other words, if you're the boss, you're the granddaddy. Not to mention small leaders like Emily Cooper, someone like Evelyn Bennett, the mayor of the city, would be the granddaddy's granddaddy's mother. Hmm, in short, the seniority is huge.

Tch, when I was a journalist, you hadn't even graduated middle school. If I get stumped by you, could I still be called... Ugh, the past is too painful to recall, too painful.

Brian Harris smiled with confidence and pride, subconsciously flicking out a cigarette, but was glared back by the little vixen's fierce eyes. He gave an awkward laugh: "I wonder which aspect the boss wants to hear about—the hardships of being a journalist or the workflow and tasks? As long as it's about journalism, whatever you ask, I can answer fluently. If I get even one thing wrong, I'll turn around and leave without another word."

Emily Cooper was genuinely thrown off by his overwhelming confidence. But the next second, she just wanted to swish the tea in her mouth a few times and then, in a most ungraceful manner, spit it right onto his narcissistic face.

"I'm a top talent, hmph, these little problems are a piece of cake. Go ahead, ask away. If you want to make things hard for me, just ask some tough questions, like the editor's workflow, the president's scope of activities, whatever. How would I know such confidential things? Tch, that's nonsense. I'm a top talent, after all."

"Olivia Reed, Sarah Morgan, you have 15 seconds to get to my office, or else bear the consequences!" In a fit of rage, Emily Cooper shouted toward the door in a most unladylike fashion. Even though there was a door between them, everyone in the office area shivered in unison: "The team leader is going berserk."

Brian Harris was also startled, and asked in astonishment, "What are you doing?" His unserious, boastful, funny, and narcissistic ways had been ingrained since childhood and were hard to change overnight. He used to know when and where to rein it in, but after half a year of unemployment, he'd forgotten what it felt like to have a boss. He didn't realize that, even though this little vixen had something of his inside her, she was definitely not a woman to be trifled with.

"What am I doing? I'm letting my colleagues come and listen to your grand theories." Emily Cooper was about to be driven mad by him. Ever since she drove away that guy who used to joke around in the office all day, she hadn't lost her temper at the company. She might have tolerated it elsewhere, but this was her company, and as someone always strict and serious, she would never allow such a degenerate in her territory. Hmm, even if this degenerate did have some comedic talent.

Emily Cooper pushed up her glasses, her seductive little face alternating between red and white, looking downright gloomy and scary. Her fox-like eyes seemed to be brimming with words...

If a meteorologist were here, he would analyze the darkness of her expression: "This is a sign of an impending storm."

If a zoologist were here, he would interpret the look in that woman's eyes: "Just because the mouse doesn't show its power, you think I'm a sick cat?"

If a botanist were here, he would warn, based on the meteorologist's words: "It's going to rain—remember not to hide under a tree."

Olivia Reed and Sarah Morgan came running at full speed from more than ten meters away. Clearly, Emily Cooper's roar had left them flustered, terrified, and their hearts pounding. For these two girls in their early twenties, the team leader's office was now nothing short of a sea of knives and fire.