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.

black pencil skirt from the closet, Stella went to Ritz Design and Renovation. The 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

passed the second test as well. It was very easy for her to 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 scorer during her university days.

the moment she pushed open the door of the president’s

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

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

especially when she’s

panic, 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.

eyes were still fixed

the back of her waist and pulled her toward him. Then, he lifted his head slightly and looked at her. “Mrs.