Chapter - 2

Clyde had just turned up at his table when the chief editor summoned him,

“Good morning Clyde, how are you getting on with the work.”

“Good morning sir, work's all well progressing good sir.”

“Clyde, the reason I summoned you is that, you have a very important activity at hand. An interview in the town hall, details concerning are already sent to your mail. The interview is at ten, prepare by that time. It's an important task, prepare a report and submit it by the day after tomorrow. I hope I have made myself very clear, have I?”

“Yes sir, I'll do the necessary. Have a nice day sir.”

“Yes that sounds good. Carry on, a nice day to you too.” Saying he slipped out of the editor's cubicle and sat down behind his desk. He checked his mail and found the details including the entry passes.

He was at the town hall at ten to ten itself, once inside he found himself the safe seat and settled down. He had read about the person he was going to interview, anyways he had the press conference before the interview, which meant he had time to study his man.

Just right after ten, Reuben walked into the town hall where he was to attend a press conference and also give an interview. The crowd gave him a standing ovation; the questions began to pour in. He answered each of them slowly, the people before him were waiting for the wrong word to fall from his mouth, keeping that in mind he answered each of the questions,

“Last question,” he announced. A hand quickly shot up in the air, that person was motioned to proceed on with the question.

“Behind every great fortune, there is a crime,” Clyde began, “is there such a crime behind your sudden success,” he questioned.

“See dear friends,” he began, “I'm like an overnight success to each one of you, it is not because there is a crime, but rather because you fail to see the days and months and years of hard work I put in over the course of time. When the results came I was successful and you noticed it, that's it. I hope I cleared your doubt which now our dear brother have and that which is expected from the others seated over here as well. Thank you all for your valuable time. Continue to support and motivate.”

Clyde also rose from his seat as like the others when Reuben made to his answering. They all gave a fair round of applause and dismissed. Clyde, however, walked over to the stage where Reuben still stood conversing with certain men. When Reuben descended down, Clyde went towards him, hands outstretched

“Mr. Reuben, I'm Clyde Stewart from the Teutonia Times.”

“Ah, Mr. Stewart, I believe it is with you that I have an interview, isn't it?”

“Yes sir, you do.”

“Well, there's an emergency at hand, if it's comfortable, shall we meet in the evening?”

“Yes sir, of course.”

“Well then, meet you at seven; I'll text you the address. Thank you for adjusting.”

“It's my pleasure sir.”

At seven, Reuben walked into his living room where Clyde was awaiting him. He settled down before Clyde and gave a smile.

“Mr. Stewart, good evening; you may begin.”

Clyde began his interview, his questions were carefully chosen. He had revised his questions in the afternoon based on his observations on the press meet. Reuben answered each of the questions without any stress. He also didn't forget to smile before he answered each of the questions. When the interview was finally over, Clyde swiped open his phone, stopped the voice recording and stood from his seat; his right hand outstretched. Reuben took his hand and shook it; Clyde thanked him and left. Upon reaching home; he made a call to his boss.

“Sir, I have finished with the interview; the report and the page fully edited will be sent to you by midnight.” “Good work Clyde, don't take trouble. You can send me during the office timings. Good night.”

“Good night sir.”

Clyde, inside his study, opened his laptop and opened his private software. His wife came in then bringing along a coffee and a piece of cake.

“What is that you are staring at,” she asked curiously, “whose house is that?”

“Laura, this is a secret cams controller. I control certain cams placed at certain places. I installed my first cam today.”

“Where is that,” she inquired “At my interviewee's residence,”

noticing her frown he continued, “yes; at Reuben Andrews‟ residence.”