Loaded Questions

“Hello, are you in charge of this factory, that it shipping out questionable and suspicious products?” Kate started the interview off with a hardball question. Clearly, in her mind, she came to play

“Well, yes I do run this factory, although we haven’t been...” Kate throws another fastball question, rudely interrupting the woman’s response. “You haven’t been warned to stop production by the local authorities or you haven’t been paying attention and kept on delivering illegal ****?” The woman seemed like she had enough, glaring at Kate, who’s wearing a smug expression. “Now look, Kate!” The woman composes herself. “Miss Ambers. This factory’s reputation is clean. There are no illegal **** here of any kind, we just make beauty products. Frankly, in my professional opinion, personal feelings aside, the only puff piece in your story, Miss Ambers, is you!”

An uncomfortable Silence filled the room, full of chambers pumps and pipes, chugging formulas. “How about a tour before you go, hm?” The woman hissed.