NovelEnglishChapter 1297 Quinn lifted her head and peered into the pitch-black night, her eyes glazed over, lost between reality and dreams. She turned to her computer; the screen had been dead for ages. She had no clue when she'd dozed off at her desk.
A quick glance at the bottom right corner of the screen told her it was 4 AM.
The cold wind blowing in from outside finally yanked her back to reality. She rubbed her sore eyes and kept scrolling through the document.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNo way she was sleeping again; every tshe shut her eyes, those freaky images cback.
For the next few days, she holed up in her room, glued to the document. Abigail popped in a few times, saw she was just reading and not losing it, and left her be. Half a month later, Quinn finally wrapped up the document. She decided to head to the company, and Kyle showed up early to pick her up. He was shocked when he saw her worn-out face.
"Mrs. Kennedy, you..." Kyle's words trailed off.
"What's up?" Quinn asked, catching his look.
Kyle awkwardly opened the car door. "Nothing. Hop in." He figured Quinn hadn't been sleeping well lately; otherwise, why did she look so beat? Quinn got to the company and headed to the office with Kyle. She still wasn't too familiar with the company's biz, so she didn't make a fuss about it.
When she opened the office door, someone was already inside. Both Kyle and Quinn were caught off guard.
Frowning, Kyle asked, "What are you doing here?" Walter said with a grin, "I'm here for an interview." "What interview?" Kyle asked, confused.
Walter replied, "For the president's assistant. HR broughthere, said the president would interviewpersonally. So, which one of you is the president?" Kyle found it tough to just kick him out since Quinn was the president. He instinctively looked at Quinn.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmKyle had posted the position. He didn't trust the current staff and worried Quinn wouldn't get their respect, so he wanted to bring in a fresh face to help out. But he hadn't expected Walter to show up. He had no clue what HR was thinking.
Quinn stepped inside and saw a reson the desk. She picked it up and skimmed through it. He was still going by Walter, and the reswas thick, several pages long. She turned to Walter, ready to ask what he was up to.
Before she could speak, Walter said, "Don't look atlike that. I'm just here for an interview today. A company this size should, at least is separate personal and professional matters, right?" Quinn was taken aback by his words and then said, "This position isn't for just anyone. At the very least, in terms of loyalty to the company, I don't think you're a fit." Walter smiled and casually plopped down in a chair. Quinn was still standing, but he sat like he owned the place.
"How do you know that? You haven't even givena shot. I went through multiple rounds to get here. Not even a trial period? You're being a bit m ve arbitrary as a president," Walter said leisurely. Quinn took a deep breath and slapped his reson the desk. "Yeah, I am being arbitrary. As you said, I'm the president. Whether to hire you or not is up to me. Get out now!" Walter wasn't mad. Instead, he smiled at her and said, "In that case, I guess I'll have to look elsewhere. Plenty of companies would love to have me."
He stood up, grabbed his resume, and walked out. As he passed by in Quinn, he stopped and glanced at her. "But, my top choice is still the Mellon Group. If you change your mind, hitup anytime."
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