Chapter 342: It’s All A Game (Part 7)
Inside the classroom, the interview setup was simple—almost underwhelming. Two desks had been pushed together near the center wall, positioned beside the large windows that allowed the warm, fading evening light to filter in.
Outside, the excited voices of students could still be faintly heard as they pressed against the glass, holding up signs and waving, their cheers muffled but persistent.
Opposite the arrangement stood the cameraman, his stance rigid as he fiddled with the equipment. Finally satisfied, he raised a hand and gave a thumbs-up to signal he was ready.
Lois Lane took her seat across from Arias, her expression calm but professional as she adjusted her notepad and smoothed her skirt. She'd conducted countless interviews, yet the setting here left much to be desired.
Normally, an interview of this magnitude involved a small army of staff—lighting technicians, sound engineers, scene directors, and, of course, a personal stylist to ensure she and the guest appeared flawless on camera.
This room, by comparison, felt entirely barebones. No lighting rigs, no sound checks, no refreshments—it was all so... basic.
Arias, on the other hand, seemed perfectly at ease. His focus wasn't on the setting but on the purpose of the interview itself. He sat relaxed, his hands resting lightly on the desk as he gazed at Lois with an unbothered air, the faint sounds of the students outside doing little to distract him.
Lois exhaled quietly, adapting to the situation with the grace of a seasoned professional. "Thank you, Mr. Markovich, for granting me this opportunity," she began, her voice steady and polished as she looked directly at him. "I know your schedule must be incredibly busy, so I appreciate you taking the time."
"You're quite welcome, Miss Lane," Arias replied smoothly, inclining his head slightly. "Given the current circumstances, I felt it was only right that some of the more pressing questions be addressed."