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The New York Times building.
Editor-in-chief Duke sat at his desk, watching the topic's popularity rise on his computer screen, grinning from ear to ear.
Thanks to the successful launch of the Life-Support Unit, news about NASA had flooded the headlines of major media outlets, making many people feel as though they had returned to that passionate era, that era when the Stars and Stripes had been invincible.
Under the influence of such public sentiment, every report related to the Ares Program was eagerly sought after.
There was no need to build up the atmosphere too much. All it took was a little artistic embellishment, paired with a sensational headline, and the entire newspaper would quickly sell out.
Since entering the internet age, it was the first time The New York Times had achieved sales growth of over 20% for two consecutive months. At least half the credit for that went to his department.
Thinking of those steadily climbing KPI figures, he could not help but feel exhilarated.
Maybe in another two months, it would be time for him to switch offices.
Just then, the office door was pushed open, and Camille, a reporter from the political news desk, strode in briskly in her high heels.
This time, Duke did not criticize her for failing to knock. In such high spirits, everything looked pleasing to him. He toyed with the cap of his fountain pen and looked pleasantly at Camille as she entered.
"What is it? Or is there another big story?"
Camille spoke quickly.
"A big story, from across the Pacific Ocean."
Leaning back in his chair, Duke smiled. "Lucky you. Let me hear it."
"I think it would make a bigger impression if you saw it yourself." As she spoke, Camille tossed the