CHAPTER 1

Powerful

"Being a professional Journalist is an honour but also dangerous. We write everything that the people should know about even if it is against politics and politicians. Even also in some companies, mostly we have to make our brands or articles better than anybodys. On that, they'll put an eye on us," I remained still and focused on what my Prof. is explaining while writing my notes.

He keep talking and discussing some important part of being a typewriter and professional journalist. I sighed as boredom covered my whole system.

I'm not so bored on studying my area but this day is different. I feel dizzy and not comfortable at anything, even the discussion and lesson can't stay on my mind. I can't even understand the whole lesson. I yawned and unfortunately my professor saw it making him frown. 

I sat up straightly and acted that I'm listening to his discussion really well when the truth is I can't stay focused. Prof. Martin is terror, he hates to see his students not giving attention to his classes. He likes it when we're giving lots of focus on our lessons. I'd listen to him and focus but this day is different... I don't know why. 

He neglected me and continued to what he's doing. Thank God! After minutes the bell rang signal that the class is already done and we have to get ready for the next class. 

"That's all for today. Study smart and be ready for your midterms," he said making us, his students groaned. 

Because of being preoccupied the whole sem, I forgot about the midterms.

I was about to go out of the classroom when he called my name. Making me nervous, is he gonna scold me? 

"Ms. Muller," he calls as he arranged his things and looked at me. I stopped from walking and turn my back on him. 

"Mr. Martin?" I respectfully asked. I tried to erase the nervousness but It didn't work. I'm still nervous and scared of him. When he got annoyed to his students he will punish and scold them. 

"I have something to tell you," he said and told me to come near him. I walked and face him still nervous. 

"What is it, Sir?" I asked in a low voice. 

He cleared his throat before talking. 

"Since you are one of the best and out standing students here..." he paused and gave me a terror look. Is that a compliment? "We, the professors, decided that you would be the representative on the interview to the best and most influencing and powerful businessman in the country." 

My eyes grew wided as I heard what he said. Did I hear it correctly? The most powerful businessman in the country? 

I tried to nod my head acting like I know the person he's talking about when the truth is I don't even know who's the most powerful and best businessman nowadays. I'm late on the trends and I'm not updated on what's happening in the business world. Business is not my thing that's why I neglected it even though I still have to be updated. 

I can't ask him who that person is, he might scold me for not knowing the businessman he's talking about. Of course, journalists should know sbout it. Journalists should be the first persons to be updated at everything that's happening around the country and around the globe. 

I let out a deep breath as I look at him in full of confidence. 

"When is the interview, Sir?" I asked. Instead of answering my question he shook his head and disappointment became visible on his face. 

Why is that? Do I have to set an appointment myself? Do I need to be a great journalist now? Gosh, don't tell me I will be a paparazzi or a stalker just to have an interview with that person? Well, that's fine with us. But, still... I'm not yet a professional one. I'm only on my third year in college. How could I do that? 

"Ayen, the campus best journalist failed. She did not had the chance to interview the Chief Executive Officer. She did something that the CEO hates. That's why we lost the chance," he said and sighed. 

If that's the case then why would I still be the representative if the first representative already failed? 

"You have to go there and ask for another chance. We have to be the first one who'll put his article on the media. I know you're still studying and not yet a professional but if you will have his interview... Maybe we will pass you onto the next college year." 

My eyes grew more wider. Is that how important that person is? Well, it'll be an advantage and perks to me. But, could I do that? 

"W-What if... I failed?" I asked in a shaky voice. 

"Then, we have to get rid of your full time scholarship," he directly said. My eyes becomes wider and my heart raced in fear. 

Because of that?! 

"We will still give you a miscellaneous but if you'll fail, the full stime scholarship will be get rid. We need a consistent and great scholar student. Soon, you'll be a professional journalist. You better know how to get informations and all," my hands starts to tremble. 

Because of this my scholarship is at stake. 

Whoever that person is, I have to face him and ask for his mercy. I need to be great. I have to protect my scholarship here in Russia State University. If I'll graduate here, it'll be an advantage for me to search a nice job or even have the high chance to work in my dream company! 

I need it! I need my scholarship more than anything!  

Well, I still have family but I don't feel like being a hindrance to them. All along I feel like I'm a hindrance, I'm the youngest daughter but I don't feel like I belong to that family. That's why I live my life the way I need to live it. I don't want to be with them. They're merciless. 

"You have until next month for this," he said and look at me directly. "You'll have a great advantage, Crizette. Better do it," he said and left me hanging. 

After my class I made a research of the most powerful and influencing man todays. But, yeah. I found nothing. But one thing. 

That man is powerful! Really powerful. He owns the Wolkzbin Enterprises, Real Estates and even an Empire! He hates stupids. He's reckless and ruthless. In business world, he's the best. 

The Most Eligible Bachelor Billionaire. 

Still a Bachelor, huh? Maybe he didn't had a wife or something because he's busy with his life and career. 

I wonder how old is this man? Maybe fifties, sixties or whatever. 

I let out a deep and loud breath. Now matter what happen, I need to have an interview with this man. 

I need to!