I still could not believe that Oscar Davis wanted to train me for editorial work. I kept tapping my toes onto another.
“Are you dumb? Can t you hear what I said? Come and sit here. I am willing to train you.” he started turning on the CPU. I went and sat on the chair. I pulled the chair a little away from him.
“How many years have you completed in this field?” he asked me while looking into a file.
“Five years,” I replied. I was still feeling uncomfortable in front of him as our first meeting was unforgettable.
“Five year's still you don't know about ethics while publishing news. What have you learnt in these five years? Nothing.” he threw the newspaper on the desk. I saw it was the same news I published. I stared at his face. Did he want to train me or mock me for that again?
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