The first time you saw her was backstage at the station where you worked, she was being interviewed by one of your colleagues and honestly you had never felt so jealous in your life as you did that day - you wanted an interview with her. The second time was during a charity event and you saw her for three minutes until she disappeared, the third happened by chance when you were leaving a restaurant and you thought you saw her passing by - honestly you don't even know what you saw. And that's why you spent the last two months trying to convince your boss (who was the worst kind of old bitch possible) to arrange an interview with Neuman.

You were sitting in the hotel lobby, feeling a mix of anxiety and excitement. Your hands were slightly sweaty, and you heart was beating a little faster than normal. You looked at the mirror on the wall, adjusting your hair for the third time, making sure it looked presentable. This wasn't just any interview; you were about to meet Victoria Neuman, the most important congresswoman of the moment.

Victoria was known not only for her sharp intelligence and political skills, but also for her commanding presence and charisma that made her an almost mythical figure. You felt the pressure to ask incisive and relevant questions, but also not to be intimidated by this powerful figure who was a little older than you. When Victoria entered the room, a chill ran down her spine. She was even more imposing in person, with a smile that exuded confidence and a posture that oozed authority. But there was something else in Victoria's eyes – a spark of curiosity and perhaps a hint of something deeper that you couldn't immediately put your finger on.

"You must be the famous journalist I've heard so much about..." Victoria pointed out with a friendly smile on her face, an excellent posture and stupidly ironed clothes "but they never told me your name, so what should I call you, miss...?" The brunette seemed genuinely curious about you, her eyes seemed to examine you.