Scars Of A Broken Bond

ALL he could do now was to wait.

“Mr. Blakely, the interview is about to begin. Please come over to the HR department,” the secretary informed him as she entered his office.

“Okay, I’ll be right there.” Sergio gave a small nod and set aside his work. He stood up and proceeded toward the meeting room.

During the holiday season, the research center would recruit students from universities in Mathias. Those who exceled would have the opportunity to be hired as permanent employees.

In the past, during the holidays, Shirley would return to her hometown to teach students.

This year, Shirley’s father decided to stay here and earn some money, so Shirley didn’t go back to her hometown.

As summer vacation came to an end, Shirley realized that she would be a senior this year. With her minimal course load and no plans for further education, she decided to search for internships with some of her classmates.

Each year, numerous companies in Mathias would recruit interns from various universities. Shirley and her classmate diligently sent out their resumes. After completing the rigorous online tests, they were invited to the Blakely Group for an interview.

Shirley arrived promptly for the interview at the Blakely Group, wearing a loose dress that concealed her baby bump. She was accompanied by her classmate.

More than ten people were sitting in the lounge. They were all here for the same purpose: an interview.

The receptionist offered them bottles of water while they waited.

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Shirley’s classmate quickly unscrewed the cap and took a long swig of water. She glanced around discreetly before leaning in and whispering, “Shirley, I’m feeling a bit anxious. Any advice?”

Shirley squeezed her hand reassuringly and said, “There’s no need to worry or feel anxious. Just do your best. You still have a whole year to search for a job.”

“You are right.”

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When the interview started, the secretary called roll at the door.

The person who was called would go to the meeting room next door for the interview.

As time went by, there were fewer and fewer people in the lounge.

Just like her friend, Shirley began to feel nervous.

Shirley’s classmate was called first. She smiled and reluctantly let go of Shirley’s hand. Then, she got up and went to the meeting room.

Ten minutes passed before her classmate emerged from the meeting room, her expression downcast. “I have a feeling that I’m doomed.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t perform well. There were a lot of people in the room and I got so nervous I couldn’t say anything.” Her classmate sighed wistfully. “The interviewer in the middle is handsome, but his eyes are oppressive. I was nervous when he looked at me.”

Moreover, that man looked a bit familiar.