Chapter 756: What You Do Not Wish for Yourself, Do Not Do to Others

Chapter 756: Chapter 756: What You Do Not Wish for Yourself, Do Not Do to Others

’Looks like this Lynn Dawson really has it in for me, huh?’

Claire Sinclair laughed inwardly, but her words were a polite retort. "Journalism is about one thing: facts. To condemn someone without seeing it for yourself is just kicking them while they’re down. Mr. Lancaster, wouldn’t you say that goes against professional ethics?"

Lynn Dawson scoffed in disdain. "You don’t always need to see the truth with your own eyes. Logical deduction is also important."

"So, something you’ve concocted through sophistry—that’s the truth?" Claire Sinclair shot back.

Lynn Dawson’s brows furrowed slightly. She was growing impatient, and her tone turned hostile. "Claire Sinclair, you gave up your life as an internet celebrity to come be an intern at our TV station. Are you going to tell me you’re not just doing this for the fame?"

Claire Sinclair found it amusing. "Lynn, how long have you been at this station? Are you famous yet?"

"You—" Lynn Dawson was so furious she was rendered speechless.

Claire Sinclair smiled coldly. "Do not impose on others what you yourself do not desire. Please stop forcing your own narrow-minded views on me. Thanks."

Lynn Dawson snorted in anger but didn’t reply.

Mr. Lancaster spoke up then. "Claire Sinclair, it’s not that you aren’t welcome at the station. Tell me, why did you want to come here in the first place?"

Claire Sinclair was silent for a long moment before finally saying, "I want to go back to the Astoria Daily. Teacher Hartwell said that staying there would be stagnating, that I should go somewhere else for a fresh start. To be honest, I’m pretty lost right now, too."

Mr. Lancaster said, "If you’re genuinely trying to improve, then just focus on doing good work and don’t overthink everything else. People feel lost because they think too much. When you quiet your mind, you’ll know what you really want to do."

’Geez, I never figured Mr. Lancaster for a "chicken soup" kind of guy.’

Claire Sinclair put on a look of someone who had just been taught a valuable lesson. "Mr. Lancaster, I’ll do my best!"

Nearby, Lynn Dawson let out a soft "tsk" that only she could hear, her eyes filled with scorn.

’Women like Claire Sinclair are so affected. It’s nauseating.’

Before long, the group arrived at their destination.

The car pulled over to the side and parked. Lynn Dawson stayed in her seat, touching up her makeup, and didn’t get out.

Claire Sinclair got out of the car and immediately went to the trunk to help Mr. Lancaster carry out the equipment.

Mr. Lancaster, shouldering the camera, glanced back at the woman touching up her makeup in the car and shook his head in resignation. He then turned to Claire Sinclair and said, "You might have to be on camera in a bit."

"Huh?" Claire Sinclair was a little stunned.

Mr. Lancaster just kept walking onto the large bridge with the camera on his shoulder. "Bring the tripod up. We’ll shoot a segment first."

"Okay!" Claire Sinclair hurried to follow.

The sun was bright and the lighting was perfect, but the wind was a bit strong.

When Claire Sinclair got onto the bridge, she was facing directly into the sun and the strong wind, making it almost impossible to keep her eyes open. She had to turn her back to the wind just to see, and she was silently grateful that she had worn pants today instead of a skirt.

Mr. Lancaster mounted the camera on the tripod and began adjusting the settings. Once he was done, he started filming some B-roll.

A moment later, Lynn Dawson, having finished her makeup, walked up onto the bridge. A sudden gust of wind howled past, blowing her skirt up. She yelped and quickly pushed her skirt down with her hands.

Claire Sinclair raised an eyebrow. She hadn’t noticed in the car that Lynn Dawson was wearing such a short skirt—the kind that would fly up at the slightest gust of wind.

Lynn Dawson thought it would be fine after that gust, but just as she opened her mouth to speak, another blast of wind hit, making her feel like she couldn’t even catch her breath.

’This is hopeless...’

To preserve her image, Lynn Dawson had no choice but to surrender to the wind. "Mr. Lancaster, the wind is too strong. Why don’t you let Claire Sinclair do the on-camera part? We should give the newcomer a chance."

’It’s just a report on a new bridge opening, not some major news story anyway. What’s the big deal if I give her this chance?’