Love At The Next Stop Novel

Chapter 7 I’m the Man You Picked?

That night, Stella just couldn’t sleep. After all, no woman could still doze off peacefully after having a row with her husband. Her eyes wide opened, she stared at the ceiling. She was very much awake without the slightest bit of grogginess. Rather, she had the urge to do something. Out of the blue, she wanted to find a job. The faster I get a job, the better. Then, I’ll at least be making my own money and can support myself instead of relying on Zane Levitt’s pity when he finds me. As such, I won’t be afraid even when we divorce.

Getting dressed, she got up since she noticed a MacBook in the bedroom earlier. Subsequently, she created a resume. She’d never worked before, so her experience was a blank slate. Fortunately, she graduated from a reputable university—Hollowcrest University—in quite an outstanding major—landscape architecture.

Few people ever applied to study landscape architecture, so as soon as she graduated, several companies wanted to take her on, but she declined all the offers since she was getting married. LinkedIn was a very good platform, and that night itself, she sent her resume out to hundreds of companies.

The very next day, a company phoned and called her for an interview. The company was in urgent need of staff, and it was a Friday, so they stipulated that prospective candidates completed both the first and second tests within the day.

first test was administered by the human resources department. Then, they even informed her that the second test was supposed to be two days later, but the company’s president would be coming over later, so they set it for today

find a job since she’d only been without a job for half a year after graduation, and she indicated her marital status as single. Furthermore, she was a top

moment she pushed open the

If it were you, Mrs. Levitt, would you hire such a person?” Miles asked languidly, Stella’s resume right

she wanted to say something, but she said nothing in the end. Stark embarrassment engulfed her

when she’s not hurting for money. What’s more, you even lied about your

and mortification of being caught red-handed brewed in Stella’s eyes, and she felt as though she was a thief. “Please give me this job. I need a job.” Her

eyes were

waist and pulled her toward him. Then, he lifted his head slightly and looked at her. “Mrs. Levitt, how desperate