Chapter 8: Failed Interviews

For several days in a row, Cindy lived in the four hundred-square foot apartment. Noman left the master bedroom for her to sleep in, and he would go racing during the day and bring her back dinner at night. Lying on the bed, Cindy would think of Eric's harsh eyes and tone of voice whenever she closed her eyes. Her heart would still ache, but she would try hard to adjust and calm herself down. The Scott family motto: The movement of heaven is full of power, makes oneself strong and untiring. She would not allow herself to just degenerate. That day, Cindy washed up, put on light makeup, and dressed in a professional suit, showing off her chiseled figure, and bumped into Noman, who had just returned from buying breakfast, on her way out the door. "Where are you going?" Noman immediately stopped her. "I have an appointment for an interview." Cindy said as she changed into her heels and made a flying kiss at him, "Wish me luck, N." "You can leave after you eat breakfast." "It's too