The Substitute Wife: 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.

into trouble the company and caused problems later, she would have to bear the

Larson Group was located in the

take several buses

about two hours of travel,

so exhausted that she slumped on the sofa as

always despised Janet ever since they

apparent during

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

up and went to the table

companies that she could work

continued to prepare for

her

been busy with the interview since she woke up — she

to the kitchen, made a quick sandwich, and munched

clinking of keys, and

in, wearing a black

sofa and let out a long, weary

fell