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Without waiting for his response, Ciara 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. Mitchell, 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.
Ciara 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, “Calypso Perkins? Vice president of the BRD Group? What kind of people work here?”
Whispers from the surrounding people caught her attention.
“Why did Mr. Perkins bother to attend the interview for an assistant? It doesn’t make sense.”
“Who knows what someone in his position is thinking?”
Ciara was taken aback by the revelation.
Was Calypso not supposed to be present in the interview? Did he purposely come to meet her after noticing her on the 99th floor?
She studied the business card again and was jolted by her own thoughts.
Did he have an infatuation with her and expect her to reciprocate to get the job? Why was he so keen on her? And those questions he asked during the interview, were they designed to test her limits?
Ciara shook her head in disbelief, finding the idea absurd. She couldn’t fathom how Adrian would react if he ever got wind of it.
The mere thought of it caused her to shiver involuntarily. She promptly pocketed the card and scurried away.
In the opulent CEO’s office, nestled on the 99th floor of the prestigious BRD Group…
Calypso strolled in with a jaunty tune on his lips. Upon laying eyes on the man beside the desk, he let out a boisterous guffaw and taunted, “Hey, jobless.”
The man raised his eyes and shot a frigid glare in Calypso’s direction, his expression conveying an icy disdain.
Blissfully oblivious to the danger looming before him, Calypso lounged on the sofa, chortling heartily. “Ha-ha! That’s priceless! Never before have I heard anyone refer to you, the CEO of the BRD Group and the eldest son of the Lewis family, as jobless. Your wife’s a real character.”
Chuckling, Adrian interjected, “If you find yourself idle, I could certainly send you to the western area to manage a mine.”
Upon hearing Adrian’s threat, Calypso sprang up from the couch and suppressed his laughter, showing respect to his boss.
Normally, Adrian maintained a stoic demeanor, but when he wore that sarcastic smile, everyone knew he meant business.
If Adrian carried out his warning and dispatched Calypso to a mining operation, there would be no turning back for him at the BRD Group.
Calypso became grave, trying to smooth over the situation by saying, “I only wanted to relieve some of your stress.
Adrian pushed his laptop aside, revealing a surveillance video from the interview room Ciara had been in moments ago. With a raised eyebrow, he pondered aloud, “So, what should your reward be?”
His piercing gaze left Calypso feeling uncomfortable, and he shifted his gaze to the laptop screen, avoiding Adrian’s eyes.
As he chuckled nervously, Calypso attempted to diffuse the tension. “No need for a reward. You don’t have to be so polite…”
The sound of the laptop being slammed shut echoed through the room, startling Calypso. His heart was racing as Adrian’s piercing sneer froze him to the spot.
“Was this the urgent matter you meant when you asked me to come to the company? You have exceeded your authority, Calypso. I haven’t seen you for three months, and you dared to invite Ciara for a job interview without my approval?”
Calypso’s hand instinctively went up to touch his nose as a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead, betraying his unease.
Ciara’s resume didn’t make the cut in the initial screening, yet Calypso couldn’t help but be intrigued by the woman who dared to marry someone as fearsome as Adrian.
He was perplexed as to why Adrian, who was known for his ruthlessness, didn’t dismiss her immediately but instead continued to let her be his wife. So, taking a risk, Calypso invited Ciara for an interview and convinced Adrian to be present.
It was supposed to be a mere amusement for Calypso, but he didn’t anticipate that Ciara’s performance would be so impressive.
Defying Adrian’s wrath, Calypso said, “Sure, I didn’t have your authorization to interview her, but her abilities speak for themselves. I’m only acknowledging her genuine talent.”
Adrian sneered, but he didn’t bother to answer.
Calypso let out a deliberate sigh, and with an air of incredulity, he lifted Ciara’s resume and posed a question to Adrian. “What a hapless woman! She married you but knew nothing about the man she wedded. As the wife of the CEO of the BRD Group, she made a concerted effort to apply for an ordinary job interview. Why not offer her the position?
Adrian’s eyes remained fixed on the document as he spoke in an icy tone. “I have other plans for her.”
Calypso placed the resume on the desk and gave a nod. “Alright, I understand.”
From the corner of his eye, Calypso caught sight of Adrian’s wheelchair. He asked with earnestness, “Are you genuinely disabled? You even came to the office in a wheelchair. I had to fabricate a story to the subordinates that Mr. Fredrick had a fall from his horse.”
Adrian abruptly closed the file and gazed up at Calypso with a faint smile. “Feeling unoccupied, are we? I can assign some work to you.
Calypso let out an awkward smile and touched his nose. “No, thanks. I have a meeting to attend. I’ll take my leave now.”
As soon as the last word left his lips, Calypso scampered to the door, a knot of worry churning in his gut that Adrian might take his jest seriously.