After Divorce, Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant-Chapter 162 Interview Gone Wrong?

Between changing a few rules at her Father’s previous company, now hers, a couple of hectic video and in person conference and a meeting with Owen, who she had lunch with, Leonica barely had time to prepare for her upcoming interview.

So, when Kennedy, who might I tell you, was happy to know that he had gotten his old job back, even though he didn’t express it emotionally, walked in and informed her that Florence was downstairs, waiting for her greenlight to be let up, she was a bit stressed out.

She wasn’t prepared, not mentally nor physically.

But that didn’t deter her, because despite everything, she was a woman who was ready for anything and everything.

So, without wasting a second, she headed downstairs, and into the lobby where the young Journalist stood, dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a hoodie, her long hair in a ponytail.

"Hello, it’s nice to see you, Nica." She said, using the Alias Leonica had given her, as soon as she had reached her, a bright smile on her lips, a smile that looked a bit...too fake, Leonica couldn’t help but think, but then again, they were practically strangers.

"I can’t say the feeling is mutual." Leonica commented before turning towards Kennedy informing him to keep all clients out of her office for the next thirty minutes. "Let’s head up to my office, shall we?"

Florence nodded and gathered her little filming equipment and voice recorder before diligently following Leonica up the elevator and into her office.

“Wow, your office surpassed my expectations.” She commented the moment she entered, her gaze darting from one place to another, and admiring the space.

Leonica flat out ignored her, not because she was being rude or aloof, but rather, because she knew every word that came out of Florence’s mouth was a way to butter up to her. To get her to losen up and spill more beans than she was paying to get.

But, that was something Leonica wasn’t willing to do.

So, once they had both settled, Leonica, at her desk and Florence on the chair opposite her, she asked the young woman. “So, what is it that you want to know?”

“Anything, everything.” Florence replied, her pen in hand and her voice recorder already switched on, nearby, her camera was also set up, recording their interaction. “Start by telling me what led you to stepping down as President of Romero Empire then later deciding to buy it?”

“It was a little complication within my family. As everyone already knows, my brother Melvin had recently returned, with that development, my father thought it was best that I stepped down and focused more on my life.” Leonica answered without hesitation.

“And did you share the same sentiment with him? Was that why you bought Romero Empire under your Alias as Tyche Smith?” Florence questioned on.

Less than a minute in and Leonica was already tired of the whole thing, but nonetheless, she made sure her expression remained neutral as she spoke.

“Yes, and no. No, in the sense that I did not share his sentiment. I believed and still believe that I can be a good mother and wife while running my company. And Yes, in the sense that, that was why I decided to buy the company, so one would ever hold the power to tell me to step away from the work I so cherish.”

“That’s very ambitious of you.” Florence commented, a glint shinning in her eye, an indication that there was some kind of hidden message behind her words. “And yet, I can’t help but wonder, do you think your son feels the same way? Perhaps your father understand your son more than you and thus, made that decision.”

Leonica’s eyes narrowed, her gaze darkening. “Are you implying that I’m not fit to be the CEO of Romero Empire, or perhaps, you’re implying that I can’t run my home while working?”

“Not at all,” Florence was quick to defend herself, putting a mental reminder to chop this part out as Leonica hadn’t quite reacted the way she wanted.

Leonica was smart, that much Florence could give to her.

“I apologize if for a moment I made you feel that way.” Florence added, and Leonica simply nodded, her lips pressed in a thin line.

“Let’s move onto the next question.”

Florence cleared her throat and briefly glanced down at her notebook before asking a couple more questions.

When the clock was tipping close to her assigned time, Leonica took the kind Liberty to remind her.

“I’m a busy woman, Ms. Florence and I believe that your time is up.”

“Indeed, but I just have one last question,” Florence reached into her bag and pulled out a few pictures. Handing it to Leonica, who was not to pleased to know that a total strangers had pictures of her and Owen on dates, she asked. “That is you and face of your entertainment industry, Mr. Owen Lee, right?”

Leonica flexed her jaw, trying to keep herself calm, which she eventually achieve and flashed Florence a smile. “What of it?” freёweɓnovel.com

Nodding, Florence continued. “Several rumors, pictures and speeches even, have it that you and Mr. Lee are in an open relationship and throughout the interview I couldn’t help but notice the ring on your finger, was that given by him and are the rumors true?”

“I’ll answer the questions you haven’t asked.” Leonica said, her voice firm and her expression serious. “First, yes, it’s true. The rumors are true and no, we’re not in an open relationship, we are, and have always been in a relationship, and the ring I’m wearing, was indeed given to me by him. So, I believe, all questions have been answered, no?”

Florence didn’t bother answering. Instead, she shut her notebook, picked her equipment up and stood. “I believe that will be all.”

Leonica nodded. “I’ll escort you to the lobby.”

The walk towards the lobby was silent, but as Leonica waited with Florence for her cab, her receptionist approached her.

“Ms. Winslow, you nearly forgot your ID.” The receptionist said, giving back the ID card she had collected as a means of identification and security measures.

Florence smiled and thanked the lady, but just as she was taking it back, Leonica took a peak at it.

“Florence Winslow,” She mused. “As in, the relative of Lana Winslow?”

Florence hesitated. She wasn’t sure why Leonica was asking, but taking it in good fate, she answered. “Yes. Sister.”

If there was any ounce of a smile left on Leonica’s lips, it faded completely as she now realized why or rather, how Florence had gotten those pictures.

It wasn’t she who had taken those pictures, it was Owen’s totally sane in the head fan, Lana Winslow, the very same person who had vandalized her gate!

And that was the reason for Leonica’s glare, which sent shivers down the young woman’s spine.

“The nerves you have, showing up here after what your sister did.” Leonica tutted, chuckling a bit when Florence’s entire expression revealed that she indeed knew what her sister had done.

The freaking audacity!

But she really couldn’t blame Florence, after all, she was the one who had contacted her in hopes of using her. But Rodrigo had cracked pretty bad even without the pressure.

“What an ambitious Journalist you are,” She mused at Florence’s speechlessness. She had been caught way earlier than she anticipated.

Pointing towards the camera, Leonica demanded. “I want that interview gone.”

Florence quickly shook her head. “I apologize, but that wouldn’t be possible. And... And if you try and threaten me or forcefully have it deleted then I’d file a lawsuit against you for abuse of power.”

Leonica scoffed, not in the slightest bit fazed by the threat.

“Go ahead and do just that. I’m sure my lawyer would be more than happy to discuss with the court how you illegally obtained those photos of my lover and I and oh, not to forget the obvious act of aiding and abetting your sister’s crime.”

Florence’s eyes widened, not because Leonica was threatening her, but because the way she said the words sounded more like a warning, as if she was telling her, that her actions had consequences and that if she dared to release that video, Leonica was more than willing to take up any court suit she had filed against her.

Leonica smirked.

“You better do the right thing, Ms. Florence. Else, you’d end up being a bad example for your sister.”

~

Returning back to her office, Florence felt frustrated over the fact that all her efforts, from approaching Gabriel to scoring an interview with Leonica was futile.

She had expected to get a few good stories out of them, but no, her plans had gone haywire.

Her period of self rumination was interrupted by the sound of her supervisor knocking against her cubicle.

“Hey Florence, how did that outing go-?” The rest of his question died down as he looked at her computer and was surprised to see Leonica’s face. “Whoa, is that ‘the’ Leonica Romero? Was she the one whom you had the interview with?” He asked, clearing gushing over how pretty Leonica looked.

“Yes,” Florence answered, her tone curt. “Can I help you?”

The man scratched the back of his neck, snapping away from his unceremonious state. “Well, we need an article by the end of the week, so maybe you can use that interview you had with her."

“Not possible,” Florence quickly responded. “I don’t think this interview can air, at least if we don’t want our asses sued.” She mumbled.

The supervisor examined the paused video for a second before reasoning. “Well, except there anything confidential said in the video, it’s good to air.” Florence gave him a look. “Listen, whatever she might try to sue us for, no matter the cost of the money, we’re going to make it back from all the sales. You feeling me?”

When he saw that Florence was still hesitant, he said. “Alright, give it here. I’ll run it by the boss in Mexico, if he gives it a greenlight, I’ll have your name removed but you’ll still get paid.”

That, was a good deal, Florence thought. She could score some bucks while releasing the interview she had worked her to get.

“Alright.” Unplugging the drive, she handed it to her supervisor.

He collected it with a smile. “I’ll let you know what the boss says.” And like that, he was gone.

Florence leaned back in her chair and sighed, great, now all she needed to do was wait.