Benjamin Mori-
Charlotte searched her memory for a moment but found no recollection of the name.
But that was hardly surprising. Since its founding, the Sushit Weekly had never made a practice of putting contributors' names beneath its articles. In part, this was to protect people who provided sensitive information or published critical articles from threats,
and retaliation. On the other hand, they were worried that potential imitators, seeing the newspaper's promising prospects, might use the bylines to poach talented contributors and replicate the Sushit Weekly's success.
After all, most readers only cared whether the news was timely and impartial, whether the articles were entertaining, and whether the novels cut off at crucial moments. They did not care who wrote those words behind the scenes.
Yet as Charlotte recalled the contents of that report, "Shocking! Sheriff found dead in his home," she simply could not connect it with the well-mannered young man before her.
He might be this world's very first clickbait writer. You really can't judge a book by its cover... Muttering inwardly, she gestured for Benjamin to sit. "Good afternoon, Mr. Mori. Please sit down. There's no need to be so formal."
"Thank you for your hospitality."
Benjamin had almost taken his seat, but at her words, he immediately stood and bowed again before slowly settling onto another sofa some distance from Roselle. His cautious manner left Charlotte somewhat unaccustomed; she had long grown used to conversing with men like Roselle and Morvan, who were more relaxed with her because they already knew one another well.
Once the maid had brought fresh tea and refreshments and withdrawn outside, Roselle glanced at Charlotte and spoke first. "Starting next month, the Sushit Weekly will become a twice-weekly newspaper, publishing two issues a week. Printing and distribution have already been sorted