Here's a bit of Alya redemption and Lila salt for a story that I do not own. Enjoy!
Alya was practically vibrating in her chair as she sat in the reception area of TVi News. She had heard from Aurora and Mireille that there was a summer internship opening and that she should submit an application. She had spent an entire week working on her resume with her mom's help, citing her blog as experience. Her mother had told her that she might want to double check all her stories before going in, but already knew that she'd be fine. After all, she was an awesome reporter.
There were four other people in the room with her, and she was definitely the youngest. Two of them looked like they were university age and the other two probably attended lycee. That meant that they likely had a bit more experience than she did, but Alya was confident that her blog would set her up for the win. Not only that, Lila had put in a good word for her with the higher ups of TVi News. All she had to do was nail the interview and the internship was hers!
It was about an hour and two interviews before her turn came. Holding her head high; she grabbed her tablet and portfolio, straightened her skirt, and walked in as smoothly as she could in her heels.
The person conducting the interview was Claudia Ramonte, a no-nonsense kind of woman that always seemed to be on a deadline. She preferred people always be on-point and despised people that wasted her time. She was a legend in the industry, she had been an investigative journalist for over 20 years before going into semi-retirement and helping hire new journalists. It was said that she had an eye for who had talent and who was just playing journalist. And if you fell into the latter or made the mistake of insulting her craft, you could kiss any hopes of making it big in the industry goodbye. So as soon as Alya shut the door behind her, she put on her most professional smile and extended her hand to her.
"Mme. Ramonte, Alya Cesaire, it's a pleasure to meet you."
She gave her a slight smile as she shook her hand. "When I saw that a kid in college was applying for the internship, I thought that you were either an idiot or you had a pair of steel balls. Show me which one it is."
A little taken back but her forwardness, Alya's hand shook slightly as she pulled her resume from the file and handed it to her. "As you can see, I've been running my blog, The Ladyblog, for close to a year and a half now."
"Everyone and their mothers have blogs nowadays, Cesaire." The woman scoffed as she tossed Alya's resume onto her desk and turned to her computer, typing quickly. "Every candidate I'm interviewing today has at least two blogs, multiple news articles in their school newspapers, or videos from their college news or radio stations. What is it about your blog that makes you think that you are more qualified than any of them?"
Alya faltered for a second but wouldn't be deterred, she was an awesome reporter and she would get this internship. "I've conducted multiple interviews with different celebrities; including Ladybug herself, other heroes of the Miraculous Team, the daughter of a diplomat who is also Ladybug's best friend…"
"So have others, Cesaire." She sounded bored, as she continued reading something on her computer screen.
Squaring her shoulders, Alya kept going. She refused to back down when she was so close to her internship. "I have also done extensive work on recording akuma battles and have compared my footage to other sites. None of them get as close or in depth as I do."
"And why do you think that is, Mlle. Cesaire?" Her voice going cold
Alya blinked, not expecting the question. "Um… well-"
"Reporters and journalists are not to engage in dangerous situations that are considered life threatening. Whether someone is part of a staff or freelance, they are not to enter danger zones on their own, which you have apparently done numerous times. I will admit that when it comes to journalism, it is never without risks; but no story is worth your life."
