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Apr. 22nd, 2019 10:18 pmNo. of times have checked makeup this morning to be certain I appear as pinnacle of poised, professional journalist: 32; No. of cigarettes: 3 (v.g.); No. pages of notes: one half, but okay as I am certain improvisation will come naturally as I am brilliant haha!
The interview had fallen into her lap. Truthfully, Bridget wasn't entirely sure how she'd managed it. All she knew now was that she had to follow through. This would either make or break her entire journalistic career, and considering her career had barely started, it seemed important that it not become dead in the metaphorical water.
She hadn't chosen the location for the interview-- Bridget assumed some Yakuza PR person had decided-- but she turned up at the Japanese restaurant in the heart of London only 17 minutes late.
Unavoidable, really, considering how difficult it is to get a cab at this time of day with no notice. Also had to find perfect professional journalist skirt, which was at very bottom of laundry basket from night out last weekend for Shazzer's birthday.
Still, she felt very important and prepared to interview the infamous O-Ren Ishii. At least until she was led into a very empty back room to sit at the end of a very long table.
Perhaps should have brought bodyguard or embassy person or similar. Or at least made sure someone knew where I was going, in manner of blind date where one might be murdered.
The interview had fallen into her lap. Truthfully, Bridget wasn't entirely sure how she'd managed it. All she knew now was that she had to follow through. This would either make or break her entire journalistic career, and considering her career had barely started, it seemed important that it not become dead in the metaphorical water.
She hadn't chosen the location for the interview-- Bridget assumed some Yakuza PR person had decided-- but she turned up at the Japanese restaurant in the heart of London only 17 minutes late.
Unavoidable, really, considering how difficult it is to get a cab at this time of day with no notice. Also had to find perfect professional journalist skirt, which was at very bottom of laundry basket from night out last weekend for Shazzer's birthday.
Still, she felt very important and prepared to interview the infamous O-Ren Ishii. At least until she was led into a very empty back room to sit at the end of a very long table.
Perhaps should have brought bodyguard or embassy person or similar. Or at least made sure someone knew where I was going, in manner of blind date where one might be murdered.
