Agnes Pritchard was at a loss for words.
Had Ryder Whitfield really gone to the lengths of getting a commercial on the network, all because of her?
She wasn't sure what to make of it.
The station manager piled on the praises, but Agnes felt uneasy. The cutthroat world of broadcasting was beyond her control.
"Is there anything else, or can I get back to work?" Agnes asked, ready to leave if there was nothing more.
The station manager, all smiles, said, "Agnes, you've been working too hard, juggling too many tasks on your own. Your team is stretched thin. I'm thinking of hiring an assistant for you, to lighten your load."
Agnes was taken aback, but the truth was, her plate was overflowing with tasks, especially the tedious ones. Having an assistant like most of the senior correspondents did seem appealing.
"I appreciate that, thank you," Agnes responded without any hint of refusal.
The manager nodded, "Alright then, off you go. Oh, and drop by Mr. Judson's office later. He mentioned needing to see you this morning."
Agnes agreed and headed out, making a beeline for Judson's office upon leaving the manager's.
There was someone with Judson.
As Agnes knocked, noticing the ongoing conversation, she thought of leaving to avoid interrupting.
But Judson quickly gestured, "Come in, Agnes, you're just in time."
"I've always had immense respect for your work, Detective Jarvis," Agnes said, genuinely familiar with his reputation.
Jarvis had indeed made a name for himself, solving a high-profile smuggling case and earning accolades for his military precision and tactics. Despite his achievements, he rarely appeared in the media, maintaining a low profile. But his sudden appearance at the station was unexpected.
"Ms. Pritchard, your own reputation precedes you. Your solo venture into Bronzetown Borough was quite the feat," Jarvis remarked.
"Let's skip the formalities and get to the point," Judson interjected.
Agnes, still puzzled, listened attentively.
Jarvis explained, "We're currently on the trail of a drug trafficking ring operating out of Willowbrook Town's bars and nightclubs. We've infiltrated their ranks with undercover agents and have identified a key supplier named Lanny, who's been running this operation. After much effort, we've managed to connect him to a larger network. Tomorrow night, we're planning a sting to not only take down this ring but to begin unraveling the entire network, leading us to the mastermind behind it all."
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