Heartstrings on Fire (Agnes and Jared)

Chapter 770

Judson began, "Speak your mind, Agnes. If I can help, I'll do everything I can."

Judson had always been someone who valued talent. When he first saw Agnes' resume, he felt it was

a waste for someone of her caliber to be just a small reporter in the News Department.

He remembered her interview well, when she had spoken about her passion for journalism, not for the

money or the status, much like he had been when he was younger.

He had been impressed with Agnes from that moment.

Agnes spoke up, "I recently took part in a written test for a field reporter position but didn't pass. I

understand that I may have been lacking in some areas. However, I was hoping you could show me my

test paper so I can identify my weaknesses and strive to improve."

Judson nodded, "It's rare to see someone as motivated as you. Most people either wallow in self-pity or

resign themselves to defeat when they fail. But not you. You're one of the few who recognize their

shortcomings and push themselves to grow."

Agnes replied, "Knowing the problem is the first step to solving it. Thank you for understanding, sir."

Judson said, "These papers are usually not disclosed, but since the results are already finalized, I'll

make an exception for you."

With that, he stood up and retrieved a set of keys from his desk and unlocked a nearby filing cabinet to

retrieve a stack of papers.

He told Agnes, "Find your paper and show me where you went wrong."

Agnes rummaged through the stack of papers on Judson's desk, feigning confusion after going through

the stack twice.

"Mr. Judson," she finally said, "I can't find my test paper."

Judson frowned, "All the test papers are here. Are you sure yours isn't among them?"

"I'm certain," Agnes insisted. C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

Judson himself went through the papers but couldn't find Agnes' test.

"That's odd. I have been keeping these papers since they were marked. How could one be missing?"

Judson sat down and thought for a while without being disturbed by Agnes. Finally, he picked up the

phone on his desk and dialed a few numbers.

In no time, four people entered his office. They were all senior reporters at the station and Judson's

proteges, and they were the ones who had marked the tests.

Once they were all in, Judson asked, "Who marked Agnes' paper?"

The four exchanged glances before shaking their heads.

Mr. Judson urged, "Think hard. Are you sure none of you have seen her paper?"

The oldest among them replied, "Mr. Judson, we have good memories. None of us marked a test paper

by someone named Agnes. Are you sure there hasn't been a mix-up?"

Agnes interjected, "I can assure you that I took the test and handed in my paper on time. The

conference room should have security footage. If none of these gentlemen marked my paper, there

must be some problem. Please, Mr. Judson, I ask that you investigate. I value this open selection

process. Being a field reporter is my only wish since joined the company. I don't want to lose this

opportunity due to some mishap."

Judson's fist clenched as he gently tapped on the desk, "There must be some foul play at work. I

pushed for this open selection process precisely to avoid any internal appointments. I never thought

someone would dare tamper with it under my watch."