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She quickly apologized and hurried away from the exclusive floor, kicking herself for mistaking
Theodore for the CEO of the BRD Group.
After all, Theodore was the leader of the Anderson Group, and it was foolish of her to assume he had
anything to do with the BRD Group.
Thankfully, Ariana arrived at the correct floor just in time for the interview.
The competition for the role of assistant was fierce, and the interviewers’ questions were sharp and
demanding. But Ariana remained poised and composed, answering each query with confidence and
conviction.
Although some interviewers had reservations about her educational background, the chief interviewer
in the center of the panel appeared impressed by her responses, expressing his admiration without any
attempt to conceal it.
This impeccably-dressed man, with a countenance that exuded charm, not only oozed handsomeness
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtbut was also cordial and friendly toward Ariana.
“Ms. Edwards has left us impressed with her performance in the interview. I believe her undeniable
intelligence can make up for her lack of a graduation certificate,” the chief interviewer declared, his
statement prompting the other interviewers to ease their attitudes toward Ariana.
Grateful for the man’s kind words, Ariana gazed at him appreciatively.
But the chief interviewer’s teasing tone made Ariana’s cheeks flush with embarrassment as he queried,
“I noticed on your resume that you are married, Ms. Edwards. Such a young bride you are, indeed.”
Ariana, sensing the unexpected shift in the chief interviewer’s mood, murmured, “Yes.”
“You must have found your true love,” he commented with a sigh, prompting another inquiry. “May I ask
what your husband does?” Ariana was stunned for a while. The man cleared his throat awkwardly and
explained,
“We require some information about the families of our employees. It’s part of the process.”
Not wanting to divulge Theodore’s identity, Ariana hesitated for a moment, and then responded
casually, “He is currently jobless and stays at home.”
“Ha…” The chief interviewer guffawed loudly, and Ariana felt her cheeks flame up with fury.
Her face twisted in fury and she felt deeply insulted by the chief interviewer’s ridicule of Theodore’s
employment status.
Her perception of the interviewer who was once charming and friendly rapidly deteriorated, plummeting
to an unprecedented low.
“Is that funny?” Her voice now icy, Ariana challenged the man’s mockery of Theodore. Despite
Theodore’s reputation as a difficult man, he was her spouse and she would not allow anyone to belittle
him.
The chief interviewer cleared his throat and backtracked, realizing his faux pas “I’m sorry for making
you uncomfortable. I just think you deserve better since you’re an accomplished woman yourself.”
Ariana was seething with anger as she stood up, her body language as stiff as a board. The warm
politeness she had previously displayed had morphed into hostility as she grabbed her bag and glared
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmat the chief interviewer. “It’s my privacy,” she snapped, her voice cold as ice. “It has nothing to do with
you. Is the interview over? If you don’t have anything else to ask, I’ll take my leave.”
Without waiting for his response, Ariana stormed toward the door of the room, determined to put the
embarrassing interview behind her.
But she was soon halted in her tracks as the chief interviewer caught up with her, thrusting his business
card into her hand.
“Ms. Edwards, I’m sorry for what I said,” he said apologetically. “In fact, I appreciate someone as
capable as you. If you need any help in the future, don’t hesitate to contact me.”
As the chief interviewer scurried away, his shoulders were still convulsing in apparent mirth.
Ariana stood there, perplexed by the man’s odd behavior, clutching the business card that was handed
to her. With a furrowed brow, she muttered to herself, “Adrian Perkins? Vice president of the BRD
Group? What kind of people work here?”