Tensions ran high in a certain studio.
Dyrk, the presenter of the interview paced across the room while holding his fist onto his mouth.
'It shouldn't be too bad, right? Two percent. That's all I'm asking for. No, one point five percent is good too. Even one percent is good.'
The latest interview had aired.
Because of the accumulated nerves, Dyrk decided to stay out of the studio.
He knew the results would only show up once the interview ended. However, he couldn't wait at all.
He was nervous.
So damn nervous.
"Damn it, how much more do I have to wait?"
Pausing, Dyrk checked the time and groaned.
Only five minutes had passed since the interview had aired. It almost felt like an hour had passed, and yet, it was only a few minutes.
The realization felt agonizing.
"Should I just knock myself out so that—!"
Clank!
With the sudden opening of the door, a figure rushed into the room. Frightened, Dyrk jumped back.
