Bride of Mr.Billion

Chapter 88

Bella‘s POV:

“I hope I won‘t see him in my whole life!” I knew that Joey must have thought that I had met Herbert after the divorce.

In fact, I was telling the truth. I didn‘t want to see him again. Because I wanted to start a new life. When I saw him again, I was afraid I couldn‘t control myself. I couldn‘t always suffer from the same man. “Such an excellent man is indeed not someone that people at our level can have forever. It‘s already very lucky for you to have a man like him!” Joey said. “Don‘t mention Herbert, okay?” I rolled my eyes at Joey. “One more sentence, I‘ll say one more sentence!” Joey stretched out a finger. “Say it!”

Joey immediately said, “In the past few days, the executives of the Wharton Group didn‘t dare to breathe heavily. It is said that Boss has been very strict with their work these few days. No matter how serious the executives were, their mistakes would be picked out by him. Boss‘s secretary, Allie, is very anxious every day. She doesn‘t dare to make any mistakes in her work. She is always afraid of being reprimanded by Boss!” I lowered my head and thought, “Is he in a bad mood because of the divorce? Impossible! He can marry his most beloved woman soon. He should be very happy.” “Do you think Boss is reluctant to part with you? There hasn‘t been any news that he was going to get married in the past few days.” Joey continued. I threw a bolster at Joey. “Don‘t mention him anymore, okay? I‘ve divorced him. I don‘t want to hear any news about him!” “Okay, okay. Let‘s talk about something else. How‘s your job hunt?” When it came to this matter, I became even more melancholy. “I‘ve been looking for a job for half a month, and there‘s no suitable one. One of them asked me to go for an interview tomorrow, but there‘s not much hope.” “Why?” Joey frowned and asked. I replied, “It‘s a legal department. They wanted to hire a financial manager. I sent my resume at will at that time. The company has high requirements, a high salary, and a good working environment. The competition must be fierce.” “No matter what, you should try. There might be hope!” Joey laughed. “I hope everything goes well.” I thought, holding my

chin. Early the next morning, I came to the QW Law Firm This legal department occupied an entire floor of this building. It had dozens of employees. The office conditions were spacious and bright, and the staff‘s salary was also very high. It was said that the company was very famous in the city, I was very satisfied with such a working environment.

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1916 The only bad thing about this building was that it was fairly close to the Wharton building, only a few hundred meters away. This made me feel a great deal of pressure. There were also a lot of people who applied for the financial manager post, many of whom graduated from famous schools and experienced. Because of these two things, I was not confident enough. I was under a lot of pressure working here because I didn‘t know if I would meet Herbert or my former colleague. Besides, I didn‘t have much chance to get this job, so I turned around and wanted to leave.

“Next is the No. 8, Bella!” As soon as I took a few steps, someone called my name.

Since my name was called, it was better for me to accumulate experience in the interview! I walked to the staff and said, “I‘m No. 8, Bella.” “You can go in.” The staff reached out and made an inviting gesture to an office.

I walked into a spacious office and saw three interviewers sitting in front of a row of tables.

The interviewers were two men and one woman. The woman was about forty years old. She was sitting in the middle, so she should be the chief examiner, right? On my left was a middle–aged man in his fifties, and on my right was a young man in his thirties. It was not my first interview, so I was not nervous. I specially prepared it before I came here today, from hairstyle to clothing and matching shoes. In addition, I didn’t have high expectations of myself, so I was very calm. At the beginning of the interview, the interviewer asked some basic financial questions. I could basically answer all the questions related to the field.

I was still confident in my profession. After all, I was very serious about work in the past.

After the question, the female examiner sitting in the middle asked, “Miss Stepanek, 25 years old, you had three years of financial experience?” “Yes.” I nodded. “Then why did you choose our QW Law Firm?” the female examiner continued to ask. “No reason. It‘s hard to find a suitable job now, so I sent in my resume to any companies with financial posts. I wanted to try as much as possible!” I replied.

The young male examiner next to the female examiner gave me a few more glances.

The female examiner frowned as if she didn‘t like my answer. I didn‘t take the female examiner‘s attitude to heart at all. I didn‘t hold much hope for this job today, so I treated the interview with ease. I said whatever I wanted and didn‘t intentionally flatter them. The female examiner continued to ask, “Why did you apply for the position of a financial manager, and not an ordinary finance staff?” In the past, when answering such questions, the interviewees would say that they had been engaged in finance for several years. They wanted to train themselves better and challenge their own abilities. I didn‘t want to say such hypocritical words, so I answered directly, “Because the financial manager‘s salary is much higher than that of ordinary finance staff. Of course, I want to make more money when I come out to work. I also need to support my family!”

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1916 My words immediately surprised the three interviewers.

I knew I couldn‘t pass the interview this time, just as I expected.

The young examiner in a silver suit rubbed his nose. He then picked up my resume and asked, “Your previous job was at the Wharton Group?” “Yes.” I turned to look at the young examiner.

The interviewer was at most 30 years old. He had thick hair, a square face, and deep facial features. He was a handsome man.

He looked down at the resume twice and then continued to look at me.

“It has been more than half a year since you left the Wharton Group. You didn‘t write your resume in the past half a year? Didn‘t you come out to work?” he asked doubtfully.

Half a year?

The life of the past six months appeared in my mind. I thought of the damp environment on the Moon Mountain and my heart seemed to have become moist...