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Adrian’s eyes fixated on Ciara’s back as she walked away, completely ignoring him.
Frowning deeply, he directed his attention to Judy, who was polishing a vase nearby. “Make sure she gets her eyes checked after breakfast,” he commanded, his voice low and menacing. “Clearly, she must be blind if she can’t even see a person here.”O
Ciara’s chuckle echoed in the hallway, and she didn’t bother to turn around to face Adrian. “If I recall correctly, Mr. Adrian Lewis doesn’t want to lay eyes on me,” she retorted with a sarcastic lilt. “So, to spare your precious feelings, let’s pretend we don’t exist to each other, shall we?”
Adrian’s countenance fell, but Ciara had bigger fish to fry and paid him no mind. Her wildest dreams had come true-she received an interview offer from the BRD Group!
Overcome with disbelief, Ciara checked the invitation on her phone multiple times to ensure it wasn’t counterfeit.
Her interview was scheduled for the afternoon, but she could hardly contain her excitement. Before leaving for the interview, Ciara meticulously tidied up her appearance to exude the aura of professionalism.
Upon arriving at the BRD Group, she promptly made her intentions known to the receptionist and was provided with a temporary pass and an interview notice, which instructed her to proceed to the 99th floor
As she stepped out of the elevator, Ciara was met with an eerie silence. Despite wandering for a while, she couldn’t spot à single soul in sight.
As Ciara wandered down the quiet corridor, the closed office doors on either side loomed over her like sentinels, and she began to feel lost in the maze of rooms. Suddenly, the sound of a wheelchair caught her attention.
Intrigued by the sound, Ciara followed the noise to a corner and glimpsed the back of a man in a wheelchair, flanked by two imposing bodyguards.
As she drew closer, she gasped in surprise. It was Adrian!
But what was he doing here on the 99th floor of the BRD Group’s towering skyscraper?
Curiosity piqued, Ciara trailed after him, her heart thudding in her chest. Suddenly, the man disappeared into an office, and Ciara was about to sneak in after him when a burly bodyguard blocked her path. “Ma’am, unauthorized people are not allowed to enter.”
The door to the office slammed shut, blocking her view of what was happening inside.
Ciara glanced at the office door and caught sight of the nameplate. It read “CEO Office”. Her eyes widened with astonishment.
Ciara approached the bodyguard with a mix of eagerness and curiosity. “Excuse me, may I ask who that person in the wheelchair was?” she inquired with a polite tone.
The bodyguard, with a stern look, scrutinized her from head to toe before responding, “That’s our CEO, Mr. Fredrick. But I’m afraid he is unavailable to meet anyone at the moment due to an injury.”
Not wanting to be misunderstood, Ciara quickly presented the documents in her hand.
“No, I’m not here to see Mr. Fredrick. I have an interview,” she explained, flashing her interview notice.
The bodyguard examined the document carefully, and shook his head. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but you’re on the wrong floor. The interview is on the 66th floor. This floor is exclusively for the CEO’s use.”
Ciara was taken aback and perused the interview notice carefully. To her dismay, the document showed that the interview was indeed scheduled on the 66th floor.
Ciara couldn’t believe her mistake and felt a flush of embarrassment wash over her face.
She quickly apologized and hurried away from the exclusive floor, kicking herself for mistaking Adrian for the CEO of the BRD Group.
After all, Adrian was the leader of the Lewis Group, and it was foolish of her to assume he had anything to do with the BRD Group.
Thankfully, Ciara 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 Ciara 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 but was also cordial and friendly toward Ciara.
“Ms. Mitchell 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 Ciara.
Grateful for the man’s kind words, Ciara gazed at him appreciatively.
But the chief interviewer’s teasing tone made Ciara’s cheeks flush with embarrassment as he queried, “I noticed on your resume that you are married, Ms. Mitchell. Such a young bride you are, indeed.”
Ciara, 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?” Ciara 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 Adrian’s identity, Ciara hesitated for a moment, and then responded casually, “He is currently jobless and stays at home.”
“Ha…” The chief interviewer guffawed loudly, and Ciara felt her cheeks flame up with fury.
Her face twisted in fury and she felt deeply insulted by the chief interviewer’s ridicule of Adrian’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, Ciara challenged the man’s mockery of Adrian. Despite Adrian’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.”
Ciara 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 at 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.”