The Interviewer

“Why should we hire you, Ms. Xanders?” Benj asked.

Normally, that was an easy question for Ciri. But this time, it was different. Her heart was beating faster than usual, her mind went blank, and the words wouldn’t come out of her mouth. After a few minutes of silence, Ciri still couldn’t utter a single word.

Benj grew impatient and snapped in an irritated tone, “Do you take us lightly, Ms. Xanders? This is Gates Inc., and you came here for an interview unprepared? Are you dumb?”

Hearing those words jolted Ciri back to her senses. Benj used to be a gentle and kind man, the person standing in front of her now was nothing like the Benj she once knew. His eyes were filled with hatred toward her.

“Uhm, sir… I believe you should hire me in your company because…” Ciri tried to continue, but she was interrupted by the sound of loud footsteps approaching the CEO’s office.

Tik tak, tik tak, tik tak.

“Who’s dumb, honey?” a woman asked as she entered.

“Why are you here? I told you not to come while I’m working,” Benj replied, clearly annoyed.

“I just dropped by to remind you about our dinner at exactly 6 p.m. And please, don’t be late, honey,” the woman said sweetly.

With a look of disgust, Benj sighed. “Yes. I won’t forget, and I won’t be late.”

Ciri’s nervousness doubled the moment she heard the woman’s voice, that high-pitched, arrogant tone she could never forget. It belonged to Priscilla Bellatrix Gates, Benj’s mother.

Priscilla was a sophisticated, proud, and selfish woman. She came from a wealthy family, and when she married Christian Gates, she became even more famous because of her husband’s name and the Gates Inc. empire. She became one of the most influential women in the country. Having both wealth and status, she grew even more arrogant and cruel. She despised people of the lower class, considering them nothing but parasites clinging to the rich to survive. She would do anything, and everything to protect her family’s wealth, social standing, and especially her only son, Benj Gates.

Upon hearing Priscilla’s voice, Ciri bowed her head low.

Benj turned to his mother and said coldly, “Is there anything else? You can go now; I still have an interview to finish.”

“Alright, I’ll go then,” Priscilla replied, glancing briefly at the applicant. She usually didn’t bother looking at women of lower class, never even a glance, but for some reason, she couldn’t ignore this one.

She looked at Ciri for a moment, though she couldn’t see her face because Ciri was looking down. She noticed her fair, porcelain skin, a complexion as fine as that of a high-class woman, maybe even better. It seemed familiar, reminding her of someone.

But who cares, she thought. She’s just an applicant, a nobody, a parasite.

As Priscilla stepped out of Benj’s office and was about to close the door, she heard Benj’s voice again:

“I’ll ask you again, Ms. Xanders, why should we hire you?”

Priscilla froze. Her eyes widened. She pushed the door open and hurried back inside.

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