Chapter 57 Part 4 Becky is going on TV-7

I can't ask him this question There was a silence, and Luke looked at the water in his glass thoughtfully, then looked up and said, "Flagsteve Insurance hired me to be in charge of their public image, but that doesn't mean I'm going to do business with them personally. It doesn’t mean I know everything they do.” He paused and added, “Honestly, until I read Rebecca’s article in the Daily World, I In the dark. By the way, that was a good story." He nodded at me. "congratulations!" I stared at him in bewilderment, and I couldn't even say "thank you".I've never been so overwhelmed in my life.I want to stop, put my head in my hands, and think it all out slowly and carefully.But, I can't, it's live.There are 2.5 million people across the country looking at me.

Damn, I hope my legs look okay on camera. "If I were a customer of Flag Steve's Insurance Company, I would be very angry if this happened to me." Luke continued, "After all, there is still trust and justice in the world. I hope that all my clients will abide by these two principles." "I get it," Emma said, turning to the camera. "Well -- what an unexpected twist. Luke Brandon, who represented Flagler Steves Insurance, is now saying his client Mistake. Luke, do you have anything else to say?" "To be honest," Luke smiled wryly, "I'm not sure if I'll still represent Flag Steve Insurance after this."

"Ah!" Rory leaned forward with great interest, "Can you tell us why?" "Really, Rory!" Emma winked at Rory impatiently.Luke laughed. Suddenly, everyone laughed, and I also laughed a little indulgently.I glanced at Luke and felt something flash in me; I quickly looked away again. "Well, anyway, this is a discussion from experts in the financial world," said Emma abruptly.She controlled herself and smiled for the camera. "After the ad, please enjoy the fashion show of leggings..." "And those weight loss creams—do they really work?" Rory added.

"And a live performance by our special guest, the group 'Seven Heavens'!" The show's theme music blared from the speakers, and both Emma and Rory jumped to their feet. "Wonderful debate!" Emma hurried out, "Sorry, I'm in a hurry to go to the bathroom." "It's great!" Rory said enthusiastically, "Although I can't understand a word, but the effect is very good." He patted Luke on the back, waved his hand to me, and then left the camera in a hurry shed. All of a sudden it's over, it's all over.It was just Luke and I sitting on the couch facing each other, the lights still shining brightly in our eyes, and the microphones on our collars still in place, and I felt a little overwhelmed and a little dizzy.

Is everything that happened just now real? "So..." Finally, I cleared my throat and said. "So," Luke responded, smiling, "good job." "Thank you." I bit my lip in embarrassment, and stopped breathing. I don't know if he's getting himself into big trouble now.He actually attacked his client on TV! Did he really change his mind because of my article? Because of me? But, I can't ask him that question, can I? The silence became more and more unbearable, and finally I took a deep breath. "you……" "I……" We both spoke at the same time.

"No," I blushed, "you talk first. I...you talk first." "Okay," Luke shrugged, "I just wanted to ask if you'd like to have dinner with me." I stared at him, taken aback. What does that mean, dinner? Did he mean to... "To discuss some business," he went on, "I'm very interested in your idea of ​​setting up unit trust investments in sales." my what? What creative? What is he talking about? Oh god, it's that one.Did he mean it? It was just a stupid thing I said on a whim, out of control. “I think that’s going to be a big boost for some of our clients,” he said. “I wonder if you’d like to be a financial advisor on this project? As a freelancer, of course.”

Financial Advisor, Freelance Writer, Project! I can't believe it.He is serious. "Oh," I said, somewhat inexplicably disappointed, "let me see... I might be free tonight." "Okay," Luke said, "how about we meet at the Ritz?" "Anything." I replied casually, as if I was there often. "Okay," Luke said again, his eyes showing a little smile, "I'm looking forward to that moment." And then, to my own horror, I blurted out maliciously, "What about Sassie? Don't you guys have a date tonight?" As soon as the words came out of my mouth, my face turned red.Damn! Damn! What do I mean by asking?

The silence was so long that I wanted to dig a hole into it. "Sassie left a week ago," said Luke at last.I felt a "buzz" in my head. "Oh," I said feebly, "my dear." "Without any warning, she packed her luggage in the suitcase I gave her and left." Luke looked up and said, "But, maybe things could have been worse than this," he shrugged blankly, "At least, I didn't buy that handbag for her." God, I just wanted to laugh out loud.But I can't, must not. "I'm really, really sad." I finally managed to say it.

"I'm not sorry." Luke stared at me seriously.I no longer feel funny in my heart.I stared at him nervously, too, and my heart began to pound loudly. "Rebecca! Luke!" We all jerked our heads to see Zelda walking towards us with a notepad. "Wonderful!" she exclaimed, "exactly what we wanted. Luke, you're great! Rebecca..." She came over, sat down next to me, and patted me on the shoulder . "You're awesome! We're considering...would you like to be an expert on the audience's hotline later on the show?" "What?" I glared at her. "But...but I can't! I'm no expert."

"Haha, great!" Zelda smiled appreciatively. "Rebecca, what sets you apart is your accessibility. We think of you as a cross between a financial authority and the girl next door. You're erudite and approachable, knowledgeable and down-to-earth, just what everyone loves. Kind of a financial expert. What do you think, Luke?" "I think Rebecca is perfectly qualified for the job," Luke said. "I couldn't think of anyone better. I figured I'd better not delay you." He stood up and smiled at me. laugh. "See you later, Rebecca. Goodbye, Zelda."

I stared blankly at him as he made his way around the tangle of wires on the floor toward the exit, wishing secretly that he would look back. "Okay," Zelda squeezed my hand, "let's get it ready for you!"