My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 12: Failed The Interview

"Why? What were you thinking? You had asked a new graduate to write an examination paper we had prepared for experienced professional designers."

The other female interviewer eyed Elaine with suspicion.She picked up the resume that Elaine had thrown away and leafed through the pages.

"Janet seems like a promising candidate.She is better than all her peers.We can’t afford to miss such a talent.Do you have any personal grudges against her?" Elaine anxiously bit her lip.

"Why would I have anything against her?" She shrugged, trying to sound indifferent.

There were many rumors about Janet when we were in college.

She isn’t as innocent as she seems.During her freshman year, Janet would roam around stealing other people’s boyfriends.I know her better than you guys.She has a bad reputation.We can’t take the risk of recruiting her."

"Oh, I see.We trust your judgment.If that’s the case, we can’t recruit her.If you hadn’t explained it to me, it would have seemed like you had used your position to take your revenge.Anyway, she’s just a fresher.It wouldn’t be a big deal to reject her.Hey, listen.There is a Mexican restaurant right across the street.I heard it’s very good.Do you want to go there and give it a try?" asked the other female interviewer.

She didn’t dare to insist on recruiting Janet anymore.

Although she felt a little reluctant to let go of such a talent, she didn’t want to risk her job.

After all, pure talent alone wasn’t the only criteria while recruiting a candidate — character was equally important.

caused problems later, she would have to bear the brunt of her

in the center of

buses to get to the

two hours of travel, she finally returned

slumped on the sofa as

despised Janet ever since they

was apparent during

job. Just as she was lost in thought, she received an email from

table

still many other companies that she

scrolled through the e-mails and continued to prepare for interviews.She was determined to

then, her

since she woke up —

sandwich, and munched on it

clinking of keys, and the door

walked in, wearing a black jacket and

slumped on the sofa and let out a

he turned to look at Janet, his gaze fell on her resume and the portfolio on the