From the back seat, Chris said slowly, “Pull over at the bus stop.”
“Yes, Mr. Xander,” Gavin replied, turning the wheel.
The second Winter saw the Bentley drift toward the curb, she hit the gas and cut in again, forcing them to stop at the bus stop anyway.
She jumped out with two members of the camera crew and hurried to the black car.
The bus stop had a canopy that blocked most of the wind and snow. Winter stepped under it, leaned down, and tapped lightly on the rear window.
Her coworkers were horrified by how fearless she was. They grabbed her sleeve and whispered, “Winter, that’s Chris Xander. We’re already blocking his car and you’re knocking on his window. What if he gets mad? What if he has security drag us off?”
“And even if he doesn’t,” the other one added, “he runs this city. Why would he bother dealing with people like us?”
Before they could finish, the rear window rolled down.
Chris’s face appeared, the kind of face that made half the women in Liono City lose their minds. His gaze swept over them, cool and indifferent.
Winter kept her voice steady. “Mr. Xander, it’s only nine thirty. It’s still early. Let’s finish the interview now. You’ve done this before. Thirty minutes is enough.”
“I told you I don’t have time before the holiday,” Chris said, his gaze settling on her, cold and calm.
Her gala makeup was still on, but she had switched to a lighter lipstick. It took away some of the sharp, dazzling allure she had at the event and made her look more composed and professional.
Winter forced a smile. “Mr. Xander, this interview isn’t just about the station. It’s also about the Xander Corporation’s reputation. Ever since the factory explosion on the west side, public pressure has been intense. People are waiting for a clear response. Your standing in this city is strong. If you speak personally, the backlash will calm down quickly.”
Chris’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Ms. Scott, are you trying to flatter me into agreeing?”
Winter wanted to snap back that he had no problem embarrassing her, so why was she not allowed to say something nice just to get him to cooperate?
But she was the one asking for something, and he was the one with all the power. She couldn’t afford to push him again.
So she swallowed it and said evenly, “Mr. Xander, you’re decisive and capable. I’m simply stating one of your many strengths. That’s not flattery. That’s a fact.”
Gavin stepped out and walked over. “This way, please.”
The two coworkers looked at Winter, then at Chris. In the end, they couldn’t stand up to Chris’s pressure. One of them mumbled, “Winter, we’ll head back first. See you tomorrow.”
Winter’s hands clenched at her sides.
By the SUV, Gavin opened the door for the crew. Once they got in, he handed each of them a sealed envelope. “This is from Mr. Xander. A small thank–you for your trouble.”
They looked stunned and waved their hands. “Oh, no. We can’t take that.”
The envelopes looked like they had been prepared ahead of time.
Did Chris seriously know they would block him here tonight?
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