Chapter 7 Interview

It was 10 am the next morning. Verian saw a crowd of people in the hall on the first floor as soon as she stepped into the Fudd’s Group. They were all holding onto their resumes, waiting in line to attend the job interview. Strangely, about 99% of the interviewees were women. Moreover, they were young and pretty. A slight frown knit Verian’s brows together. ‘Is it a special day today? Why are there so many job applicants?” “Excuse me, are you guys here for the interview?” Donning a pink mini skirt, a young and tender lady looked Verian up and down and said, “You’re also here for the interview? You dress like an old-fashioned nun, do you think President Fudd will fancy you?” Verian was left speechless. “,,,” Subconsciously, Verian took a look at her attire. She was wearing the most common outfit one would wear to an interview; a white blouse tucked in a hip skirt and a pair of simple 3centimeters heels. How could she look like a nun? A person in charge came over to handle the interview session. A disdainful look tinged her eyes behind the black-framed glasses. “Keep quiet, President Fudd hates noisy women. Get in line and follow me up to the 66th floor for the interview in batches.” Before Verian got to figure out the situation, a girl pushed her into the elevator hurriedly from behind, “Hey! Are you moving or not! Don’t block the way if you’re not moving!” The person in charge glared at Verian and the girl, “Why are you pushing each other?! Do you think you will pass the interview by thrusting your way to the 66th floor?” The atmosphere felt weird along the way. Verian was standing in between a bunch of well-dressed girls with thick makeup. It somehow felt like something was wrong. Do they really need to get all gussied up like they were going for a blind date just to attend an interview for the art designer position? Girls with all sorts of makeup looks filled the elevator. They were holding onto their cushion powder, fixing their still well-fixed makeup. The elevator door opened with a dinging bell as it arrived on the 66th floor. Verian was pushed forward by the crowd, following them into the interview room. Verian could see the interview team through a transparent glass. There were three examiners with two secretaries standing beside. The atmosphere made people shudder. ‘The Fudd’s Group is so strict in choosing a designer for the art and creative department? In that case, wouldn’t those who apply for positions like managers or directors are required to go through different levels of interviews, just like how one had to clear different levels in games?’ A few girls behind her were so nervous that their palms were covered in beads of sweat. They discussed in a low voice, “I heard that President Fudd graduated from an Ivy League college, and I’m just an ordinary undergraduate. Will President Fudd disapprove of me?” “Qualifications are nothing. Men only fancy a woman’s looks and body.” ‘It seems like they’re not here to apply for the designer position. Instead, they’re here to apply for President Fudd’s girlfriend?’ The office door was suddenly pushed open. A girl dressed in a black Givenchy mini skirt walked out from the room. It seems like she got good results from the interview. Her face lit up as she stood in front of the door. She crossed her arms while looking arrogantly at the other girls who were waiting for their turn to be interviewed, “Do you girls really think that looks and body is enough? President Fudd had seen enough beautiful girls. Girls like you are just a complement to him. President Fudd fancy girls with good family background, high qualifications, and girls who are smart like me. Let me give you some advice, you better know yourselves, girls!” As soon as she finished her sentence, a secretary came out of the office and said in a formal tone, “Next, please.” Verian was stunned. It was her turn. She took a deep breath. Carrying her resume, she walked into the office calmly in her heels. Among the three examiners, the good looking man in the middle who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses glanced through her resume, and spoke first, “Verian Mont? Please introduce yourself. Tell us your measurements, weight, height, health status, and family background.” Verian frowned and anger washed across her elegant face, “Is Fudd’s Group secretly using such dirty tactics to hire female employees? I thought President Fudd was a serious, fair and honest businessman. It seems like President Fudd was faking everything. I’m sorry, I’m not interviewing anymore.” The examiners looked at each other. They stared at Verian’s furious face and jokingly said, “Miss Mont, you’re here to apply as President Fudd’s wife, of course, President Fudd will have the right to find out your basic conditions. Otherwise, our President Fudd could have married anyone as long as she’s a woman?” ‘What? Application for ‘President Fudd’s wife’?’ “I think I might have walked into the wrong…” Before he managed to finish her explanation, the office door was pushed open and the interview was interrupted. The person who came in was President Fudd’s assistant, Kush Xavier. Kush walked to the examiner in the middle, leaned over and whispered in a soft voice, “Director Lucas, BOSS wants to interview Verian Mont personally.” Zander Lucas pushed his gold-rimmed glasses. With a slight cunning gaze, he laughed, “I thought he didn’t like women, I did not expect that she was his cup of tea.” Zander eyed Verian with a profound look as a faint smile appeared on his lips. Kush walked towards Verian and said in a respectful and polite tone, “Miss Mont, please follow me.” … Sitting on a black executive chair, Heaton stared at the paused screen on his laptop with an indifferent face. It was the recording of Verian’s interview next door. The man picked up the information and pictures that were sent by Kush this morning. His gaze fell straight on a blurry picture of a woman on the obstetric table. If the surrogate three years ago was really Verian Mont… The office door opened with a click. Kush came in with Verian, “BOSS, Miss Mont is here.” “You may leave first.” “Yes.” Confused, Verian was brought into the office. As soon as Kush left, she frowned and asked, “President Fudd, I’m here to apply for the job as an illustrator, I don’t understand what you mean right now.” Heaton lifted his hand and closed his laptop. He looked at her in a mocking gaze, “You were scolding me for using dirty tricks in the next door just now. So, what’s the matter with you seducing me at the party last night? It doesn’t seem like I am the one who was faking things.” Her cheeks flushed red out of embarrassment. She nibbled her lips and said, “I only wanted President Fudd to show me some mercy and cancel the demolition project in Navy Road. Pardon me for my lack of manners if there is any misunderstanding, President Fudd.” Heaton stood up and walked over to the huge fish tank in his office. He fed the fishes in a leisure manner, “It is impossible to cancel the demolition project, but there is still room for negotiation regarding the Mont Villa.” A flash of joy sparked in Verian’s heart. She quickly asked, “President Fudd, does that mean that you will keep the Mont Villa?” The man tossed the fish food aside. With one hand in his pocket, he walked towards Verian. She subconsciously stepped back as the man’s fresh and pleasant breath neared her. At the same time, a big hand held firmly onto her slender waist.