Ch. 215: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 215

Chapter 215

Norah responded with a soft “Hmm,” her voice calm and composed.

Maxine glanced at her, expecting some reaction, but Norah’s indifference left her slightly unsettled. Feeling as though she might have overestimated the newcomer, Maxine quickly masked her thoughts, returning to her haughty demeanor. She straightened the stack of papers in her hand, adjusted her posture, and, with the sharp click of her high heels, strutted away without another word.

Watching Maxine’s retreating figure, Emani grimaced subtly, her distaste impossible to hide. Norah, noticing Emani’s expression, asked casually, “What’s the deal with Maxine? Did she provoke you?”

Emani let out a frustrated sigh. “It’s not just me—she provokes everyone. But who’s going to say anything? She’s got the best track record around here, and nobody dares to challenge her.”

Norah raised an eyebrow. “She’s good at what she does, huh? And I guess she fights tooth and nail for every opportunity?”

“Oh, she fights, alright,” Emani agreed bitterly. “She doesn’t just fight; she grabs. Hard. I had a promising project once. If I’d gotten it, maybe I wouldn’t be stuck typing reports here. I might not have succeeded, but at least I deserved the chance to try. But no—Maxine snatched it right out from under me. She doesn’t give newcomers a single break. She’s determined to be the TV station’s evergreen queen. Mark my words—she’s gunning for editor-in-chief and maybe even higher.”

Norah listened intently, piecing together a clearer picture of Maxine from Emani’s candid complaints. “With an attitude like that, she’s bound to have plenty of enemies,” Norah mused aloud.

Emani nodded, her voice laced with disdain. “She doesn’t care about friends. All she wants is performance and recognition. Take a look at her little entourage. They act like loyal servants now, but wait until she slips up—they’ll be the first to turn on her.”

Norah followed Emani’s gaze. Sure enough, she spotted Maxine’s “followers,” assisting her with tasks and laughing at her jokes. But their behavior seemed more like opportunism than genuine loyalty. They were biding their time, hoping Maxine’s crumbs might someday lead to bigger opportunities for themselves.

“But,” Emani added with a smirk, “there’s one thing Maxine hasn’t managed to snag yet—this interview. And if she fails this time, she’ll lose it again. She’ll probably go mad over it.”

Norah remained silent, deep in thought. She recalled her previous phone calls with Kevin, a man notoriously difficult to interview. He had turned down countless requests, from TV stations to major publications, refusing to indulge even the most persistent journalists. The few scraps of information available about him online were mostly rumors. A legitimate interview with Kevin was a rare prize—and a career-defining achievement.

Maxine, however, wasn’t ready to give up. She had tried to secure an interview with Kevin once before, chasing him relentlessly for three months, but he’d been an unyielding wall of refusals. This time, she vowed, things would be different. She’d claim this victory, no matter what it took.

After packing her things, Maxine grabbed her equipment and marched out with two of her subordinates in tow. Both women had been working under her for over a year, and their futures seemed tightly bound to her success.

“Sister Maxine,” one of them hesitated, “do you really think we’ll get the interview today? Everyone says Kevin is impossible to reach.”

Maxine paused, halfway through touching up her makeup in the car. She shot the girl a sharp look. “Don’t undermine my confidence. I’m not a rookie. I’ve tackled bigger challenges before, and I’ll win this one, too. Kevin is the one that got away—but not this time.”

The other subordinate, eager to stay in Maxine’s good graces, chimed in quickly. “Of course, Sister Maxine. You’ve interviewed some of the most prominent entrepreneurs in the industry. Your professionalism is unmatched. Kevin won’t stand a chance!”

Maxine smirked, pleased by the flattery. “When I nail this interview, I’ll be unstoppable. Promotions, raises—you name it. The editor-in-chief position will be mine, and when that happens, I’ll take care of both of you. Stick with me, and you’ll go far.”

“Thank you, Sister Maxine!” the two chimed in unison, their smiles wide and eager.

It took Maxine a four-hour drive to reach the Edwards Building, where she had already bribed the doorman for insider information. She leaned closer to him, asking once more for confirmation. “Are you sure Kevin will leave through the front door at five?”

The doorman nodded confidently. “Most of the time, Mr. Edwards uses the underground garage. But if he’s in a rush, he’ll have his car brought to the front. Lately, he’s been leaving right at five. Something important must be going on.”

“What could be so urgent?” Maxine probed, her curiosity piqued.

The doorman hesitated before answering. “Word is, Mr. Edwards might be getting divorced. No one knows who Mrs. Edwards even is—everyone’s been guessing, but there’s no concrete info.”

“Divorce?” Maxine’s instincts buzzed with excitement. “And the marriage—it’s real?”

“Absolutely,” the doorman confirmed. “He mentioned it publicly once, and it even trended online. But the hot search was pulled down later, so maybe you missed it.”

The more Maxine heard, the more determined she became. This was bigger than she had anticipated. She spent hours waiting outside the building, her eyes glued to the entrance.

At last, Kevin emerged—a tall, striking man with an air of power and mystery. Flanked by his team, he strode purposefully toward a sleek Rolls-Royce parked at the curb.

Maxine’s breath caught. She had interviewed countless entrepreneurs, but few possessed Kevin’s combination of youth, stature, and commanding presence. Her resolve hardened.

Seizing her moment, she approached him with a professional smile. “Mr. Edwards, I’m Maxine from the TV station. Here’s my ID. I’d love to schedule an interview with you. Do you have time?”

Kevin barely glanced at her before frowning. “Hasn’t anyone told you? I don’t like wasting my time.”

Undeterred, Maxine followed him. “Mr. Edwards, please reconsider. A feature on you would draw millions of views. It could redefine your public image!”

Kevin stopped abruptly, his gaze cold and piercing. “Get her out of my way,” he ordered his security team.

As the guards moved to block her, Maxine panicked. “Wait! I’m not some tabloid journalist—I’m here to elevate your story, not exploit it. Just give me a chance!”

Her words gave Kevin pause. He turned back, studying her for a long moment. “Which TV station are you with?” he asked, his tone icy but curious.