The journalist slid into the seat across from Damien, recorder in hand, eyes sharp. “I’m not here to flatter you,” she said. “Good. That would be boring.” He smirked. She studied him. “People think they know you. They’ve seen your work.” “Funny. I could say the same about journalists.” “But I still have a job to do.” She leaned in. “Why this career? Why stay in an industry most people refuse to respect?” Damien exhaled. “Because I respect it. Because it’s art."
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