Chapter 144 - Chapter 144: Chapter 144: Deciding to Talk to the New President

Chapter 144: Chapter 144: Deciding to Talk to the New President

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Seeing that she was about to go on, Enna Clark hurriedly steered her back to the topic, “What does our show being moved to the late-night slot have to do with the new president?”

“New officials always try to make a statement when they take office.” Tiffany

Clifford shrugged her shoulders and nodded towards the elevator to the President’s office, “I heard that the executives started meeting at 8:15 this morning, and they haven’t dispersed yet. With this intensity, the new president either has no sex life or is a workaholic. The former has a bad temper, and the latter is prone to outbursts. Poor Bobby will suffer-”

Thinking of the unpleasant events a few days ago, she pouted and said with reluctance, “It’s not certain, she does have a quick hand, after all, and has already hooked up with the president’s little lover.”

Enna’s mind was filled with the matter of being moved to a different time slot, and she had no interest in listening to the gossip.

Tiffany talked for a while, then returned to her seat.

Enna sat down absentmindedly, without even getting a drink of water.

What should she do?

If she was moved to the late-night slot, she didn’t know which one. If it was from 7 p.m. to 9 p.m., that would be fine, but what if it was from 11 p.m. to 1

a.m.? Who would take care of her baby, Bobby?

Enna couldn’t sit still.

She made up her mind – should she quit?

The thought had barely come to mind when it was punctured.

She weakly rested her head on the table, her beautiful eyes dimmed. When she first arrived in Capital City, she had tried to find a job, but the hours were too long, or there were three shifts. Working such jobs was even more unreliable than hosting a late-night show. And for better job opportunities, they all looked down on her education, not even giving her a chance for an interview.

Enna had never hated her education as much as she does now.

However, she didn’t regret quitting school to have Bobby.

Her brows furrowed, feeling powerless.

What should she do…

Was she just going to accept this?

Her eyes swept the computer screen, the screensaver showing her baby Bobby laughing innocently. Enna gritted her teeth and her eyes became determined.

There must be a way!

She thought and thought…

Her hand hovered over the mouse, and she unintentionally moved it, when suddenly an idea struck her. Right! How could she not have thought to speak with data!

Sister Tiffany had said that the new president was a workaholic. And what workaholics cared about most was efficiency. When she was in Country W, she had been forced by a certain man to attend several meetings, and the workaholic’s favorite thing to emphasize was efficiency! If… if she used data to prove that her show was best aired during the afternoon slot, she might be able to persuade the new president to change his mind.

Enna was the kind of person who would give her all once she decided to do something.

Once she thought of this method, she immediately went to find Tiffany, and shared her idea. Tiffany thought it was too risky, but still cooperated with her. She helped Enna get the data sheets for the various programs from the Sales Department last month.

Enna returned to her seat with the precious data sheets and began to study them seriously.

She didn’t have much confidence that she could persuade a big president to change his mind, all she could do was try to study every show. She looked at the style, type, main advertisement types, listener car models, and so on, and made a comprehensive analysis report.

Enna never went to university, and she never studied formal statistics. Every detail of the report was as difficult for her as climbing to the sky.

She tried as much as possible to find answers online, and if she couldn’t find them, she would shamelessly ask Tiffany and her other colleagues.

She didn’t even eat lunch. Finally, when the quartz clock on the wall reached three o’clock, she stretched and cried out in joy, “It’s done!”

She printed out the entire report, bound it all together, and then took it to the elevator to the President’s office..