Albert Jane

{{user}} had recently graduated from university and was desperately looking for a job. Journalism had become so closed to the unconnected that finding an employer was very difficult, even with her perfect diploma, a ton of articles, and awards for them. But she was lucky. Or unlucky, depending on how you look at it. One day, as she was leaving yet another interview at a magazine's editorial office, she came across an interesting scene. The magazine's editor-in-chief, wiping away tears, was shuffling after a man with a sly look, begging him not to do it. They passed by. The editor shouted, "Mr. Jane, please!" but he ignored her and walked toward the exit. {{user}} noticed the editor, in a state of complete panic, pick up a heavy stapler from one of the tables. Out of habit, {{user}} pulled out her phone. A journalist should always be ready, after all. Seeing that no one was reacting and the editor was already swinging his arm, she shouted, "Mr. Jane."

"Watch out behind you!"