At the same time, countless reporters in the Seattle Daily surrounded by green trees ushered in another busy day. Nina Greyrein came to the office again today. Even a part-time college student reporter, she never missed the big news today. It would be better to say that whether it is part-time, internship or formal employees, this big news in the morning is not to be missed.

"It's another tragedy of 100 casualties. What's going on these days? Is the end of the world coming?"

Nina's next seat, three-year-old journalist Miranda muttered that she was a black-skinned African curly-haired girl: "The accident report also characterizes the matter in cult activities, but how is it possible? This kind of pure burning traces without any religious layout at all."

Miranda was the first group of people to return from the scene. Just half an hour ago, there were still many colleagues looking for information around. Now it was just quiet. Nina sat next to her, silently browsing the latest comments from netizens, grasping the direction of public opinion. She was managing her newly registered Twitter account. Due to the limited number of words, it was very tiring to express some insights in the most concise way.

"Hey, Nina."

Miranda suddenly said to her: "Don't you have a boyfriend who is a firefighter? He doesn't have any gossip? Even the gossip between colleagues can be counted."

"Well, Miranda, Solan is a policeman, not a firefighter." Nina was pondering, interrupted, and was a little unhappy: "I have asked him, and he said that because of insufficient decisive evidence, the police station has not officially listed it as a certain type of qualitative case. Many departments are conducting comprehensive investigations and there will be no results in a short period of time."

"It's really hard to define." Miranda looked at the news on the newspaper website. The electronic version has been released. The article was written by the editor-in-chief: "The two most direct speculations about cult activities and vicious murders, but the first one found no trace, and the next one with a murder of 100 people is simply a joke. What happened these days? First, a fire broke out in the Olympic Park, and then today. By the way, the scale of this fire is not large at all."

Miranda found a new focus and started a new round of work. Nina was finished speaking, but she lost interest in continuing to comment. She was woken up by Miranda's phone call at dawn. After receiving the news, she was busy contacting Solan. She has come to the newspaper until noon and even has time to drink a cup of coffee. She is really sleepy. She turned off the browser interface and decided to pour a cup of coffee.

She stood up and almost couldn't stand firm. She complained in a low voice, holding the cup and quickly walked towards the coffee machine. Now it was time to concentrate on drinking coffee, and colleagues in the office area were busy. The background was a staggered phone ring and conversation sound. From time to time, clerks were jogging back and forth with documents, and the noise of the printer never stopped for a moment.

"News does not care about your schedule at all." Complaining about this famous saying in the industry, Nina smiled bitterly and pressed the button of the mocha. The aroma of hot coffee evoked some energy, but she only slept at one o'clock in the morning last night, and she was busy at more than five o'clock in one breath until now. Is just a cup of coffee really enough?

"Hi, Nina, good morning."

Just then, a calm voice sounded, and a mature man in a suit and tie also walked to Nina with a coffee cup: "We're meeting again. So you like the brand of the God-Choose?"

Ten thousand brain cells were yelling about fatigue, and countless nerves were reminding Nina to cheer up. The young shareholder of Seattle Daily and the current member of the founder family of the brand, Mr. Anderson Belson, was actually talking to him. Whether it was honor or politeness of his duties, it was not the time to be sleepy.

"Ah, Mr. Belson, good morning." Nina nodded to him, feeling a little unhappy. It was only the second time she saw this man, but suddenly, she was called by the other party directly under the name of the teaching.

"Today was a hard day. As soon as I walked into the newspaper, I felt that you were almost busy, aren't you?" Belson smiled and chose coffee, hesitated, and then did the same operation as Nina, with a large cup of thick mocha and three spoonfuls of sugar.

Nina couldn't leave and said with a smile: "I'm so busy. We just rushed to make an electronic journal article when the fire news just exposed this morning. The editor-in-chief also said that because this frees up extra time for tomorrow's morning newspaper, the article must be sufficient and must not be less than the last Olympic report."

The extra large cup of coffee was brewed, but Belson was not in a hurry to leave. He leisurely sighed at the busyness of the editors today, and then chatted with Nina: "Yes, it should be like this. You wrote the Olympic report. For a part-time intern, this achievement is really good. Nina plans to stay in Seattle Daily for a long time?"

It would be better to have a rest for a while, Nina was more happy to chat with Belson, and drank a cup of coffee and said, "I have this plan. I want to use reporters as a career plan. Our newspaper society is a very good start. But that article was just lucky because I happened to be on the scene at that time. I believe anyone could write a lot of things."

Nina was modest. She just wanted to finish chatting with her boss quickly and then go back to her seat to have coffee, but this attitude obviously made Belson even more satisfied. He seemed to have made up some decision and nodded and said, "Let's get straight to the point, Nina, let's leave this news to the old man in the newspaper to do it yourself. I have a special task here to you, it depends on whether you are interested?"

"Oh my God, of course I'm interested, Mr. Belson, what is the task?" This was a very painful moment. When she was about to rest, she ushered in the topic she was most concerned about. Nina had to drink half a cup of coffee in one sip. The strong caffeine flowed down her esophagus, and she even felt her heart twitching immediately.

"It's about the Chosen Coffee." After saying this, Belson was even happier when he saw Nina's surprised expression, and even bounced a finger at her mug: "Yes, it's the Chosen Coffee in your hand. This company is now in a period of rapid expansion. Mr. Heinrich is trying to find ways to promote the brand. He recently found me and hopes to dig up some suitable people from the Seattle Daily and be a temporary brand promotionist!"

The content of the new task was unexpected. Nina was surprised for a moment, and then hesitated: "Brand promotion belongs to the field of design. Mr. Belson, I have never written any promotional articles. I mean, although I have written some school newspapers and journals in school, they are all in the category of news comments, but in your category."

"Haha, of course I won't send inappropriate personnel to inappropriate positions." Nina's hesitation obviously aroused Belson's interest in lobbying. He said happily: "Of course I know you are just an intern. Don't worry, even if you go there, this position will not change. There is another main person in charge of the project. Your work is just cooperation and there will be no pressure."

Nina smiled bitterly and said, "It's okay to say that this is a good thing. Pressure is actually more motivation. But Mr. Belson, don't give me away. I have been working hard to become a reporter. What if I accidentally board the brand planning ship and get carried away?"

When Belson heard this, he couldn't help laughing hard, even attracting the attention of many colleagues from afar. It's so typical. The intern who was worried about gains and losses was afraid of being fired by the boss in disguise, and he kept showing loyalty in three words. Especially when she looked at her current appearance, she hadn't even figured out why she was laughing. Belson couldn't even hold the cup and put it aside. Then he patted Nina's shoulder and said a few comforting words with a smile.

"Don't worry, Nina, why am I willing to let you leave?"

A dirty torrent suddenly rose in her heart. Nina, with a polite smile, forced herself to pull the corners of her mouth, and quickly withdrew back to her office with a dry smile.

As soon as she sat down, she sighed, then opened her phone and clicked on the Facebook icon.
Chapter completed!