"President Hawthorne, do you have so ti later? There’s an interview in the design departnt. Could you attend it? It would just take half an hour."
Claire Carson cautiously asked.
Wyatt Hawthorne glanced at the day’s schedule on the table.
The 10 o’clock managent eting.
The 11 o’clock video conference.
Both had been crossed out just now.
Wyatt Hawthorne spoke coldly, "No ti."
Claire Carson: ...
Serena Sinclair’s resu was fished out from the vast sea of resus on the job website.
The reason was simple: back in those days at Aethelgard University, Serena Sinclair was the goddess of the architecture students, the "perfect child" from other people’s families.
Design is sothing that requires talent.
Many designers spend their entire lives honing their skills, and yet they can’t match the flash of inspiration of those born with the talent for design.
But Claire Carson also knew well that the six-year gap in Serena Sinclair’s resu was her biggest drawback at the mont.
Under normal procedures, she wouldn’t even pass the initial screening for an administrative officer in Hawthorne Corporation’s HR departnt, let alone get to the HR director or to her.
Unless Serena Sinclair’s presentation could be outstanding enough to convince everyone, hiring her into Hawthorne Corporation would be risky.
The plan was set, hoping Wyatt Hawthorne would be the one to share that risk.
After all, he was also a graduate of Aethelgard University and surely knew of Serena Sinclair’s great reputation.
But Claire Carson didn’t expect Wyatt Hawthorne to refuse so bluntly.
"Oh, alright."
Quickly adjusting, Claire Carson turned to leave.
A cold voice from behind stopped her, "The Syburg project was well done. Everyone in the project team gets double bonuses this month. You apply, I’ll sign! As for you as the director, you’ll receive five tis."
???
Claire Carson blinked, surprised, and turned back.
Wyatt Hawthorne continued, "If Serena Sinclair passes the interview later, include her in the architectural design for Plot No. 3."
???
Claire Carson’s mind raced.
First, Wyatt Hawthorne knew that Serena Sinclair was the one to be interviewed.
Second, he said if she passes, Serena would imdiately join the design departnt and start working.
How did he know?
Who told him?
And his confidence in Serena Sinclair was even greater than hers?
In a few short seconds, countless thoughts ran through her mind.
Regaining her composure, Claire Carson replied, "Understood!"
At Hawthorne Corporation, work seed to be tid to the second.
Just as thirty minutes passed, the eting room door opened, and Claire Carson entered with a few people.
"These are so managers from our project departnt, Manager Lynch from the design departnt, and Manager Warren from the construction departnt... this is Director Quincy from HR and Administration."
After introducing everyone to Serena Sinclair, Claire Carson turned to the big screen, "Let’s begin."
Serena Sinclair stood up, holding a laser pointer, and walked to the big screen.
"First, let’s look at this piece called ’Capital Tower.’ The advantages are obvious: pri location, high-end hardware facilities, and the entire building design uses new eco-friendly materials. But similarly, the shortcomings cannot be ignored. There is a severe lack of parking space, the cost is exorbitant, and... the floor area efficiency is too low."
"If modifications are needed, I would approach it from the following six points."
"..."
Six people sat in the eting room, excluding Serena Sinclair explaining in front of the big screen, mainly the key heads of the project and administration departnts.
After finishing one presentation, Serena Sinclair switched to the second piece, "Next, this one..."
"Wait a minute!"
Just as Serena Sinclair spoke, she was interrupted by Manager Warren from the construction departnt, "Can we pause for five minutes?"
Serena Sinclair looked anxiously at Claire Carson.
Claire Carson also seed puzzled.
Before Serena Sinclair could respond, Manager Warren had already turned and walked out.
Following closely behind, Manager Lynch from the design departnt also went out.
There was a mont of silence in the eting room, making Serena Sinclair’s heart, which had just cald down, suddenly race wildly.
The progress bar in her mind sped backward. Serena Sinclair reviewed her earlier explanation and didn’t feel there was any problem.
But the unexpected situation caught her completely off guard.
Although only a few minutes passed, it felt as long as a century to Serena Sinclair.
The eting room door opened again, with Manager Warren entering first, followed by Manager Lynch.
The door remained ajar.
A large group of people rushed in.
"Hello, Director Carson!"
"Hello, Director Quincy!"
The group greeted Claire Carson and the HR director eagerly, then each found a vacant seat and sat down.
Manager Warren looked at Serena Sinclair, "You may continue!"
With a faint suspicion in her heart, Serena Sinclair looked up, catching sight of Claire Carson’s broad smile.
Her heart beat rapidly, and the hand holding the laser pointer began to tremble slightly.
Serena Sinclair cleared her throat and began her presentation again.
The once one-sided explanation quickly turned into a one-to-many communication and exchange mode, as if this wasn’t an interview aid at Serena Sinclair but a seminar at the start of a project.
The interview concluded just before one o’clock.
As the crowd dispersed, Managers Lynch and Warren began a fierce argunt.
Manager Lynch stated that Serena Sinclair’s specialty was architectural design and therefore she should naturally belong to their design departnt.
Manager Warren argued that Serena Sinclair’s performance evidently suited overall planning and deploynt better, so she should be under their construction departnt for centralized planning.
The two bickered back and forth.
Serena Sinclair realized she had passed the interview.
She left the HR and Administration Departnt at four in the afternoon.
In her hand was the newly signed employnt contract.
Ringing in her ears was the salary Director Quincy from HR and Administration offered her: a probationary monthly salary of 12K, with post-confirmation adjustnts based on performance.
There were also housing, transportation, and phone allowances, among others.
Serena Sinclair felt an unreal sense, as if she were floating on clouds.
Returning to the project departnt, Serena Sinclair knocked on Claire Carson’s office door before she managed to speak.
Claire Carson extended her hand with a smile, "Senior Sinclair, welco to Hawthorne Corporation!"
"Today is Thursday. Go ho and rest over the weekend. Co on Monday to officially start the onboarding process. Any questions?"
"None."
Serena Sinclair shook her head.
Leaving Hawthorne Tower, Serena Sinclair imdiately sent a WeChat ssage to Una Hutton.
[Darling, I found a job!]
[Guessing based on intuition, Hawthorne Corporation?]
[...]
[Just tell if I guessed right or not!]
Serena Sinclair admitted it.
Una Hutton sent a knowing smiley face.
[I told you I had a premonition, do you believe it?]
[...]
[Hawthorne Corporation has the best project design departnt, naturally offering the best benefits. Not to ntion, that soone special, with perfect timing and setting. I believe everything is the best arrangent! Darling, go for it!!!]
Everything is the best arrangent!
Yes, that’s right.
Glancing up at the fiery clouds in the sky, just like her uplifting mood at this mont.
Serena Sinclair planned to invite Una Hutton for a good celebration.
The WeChat ssage had not even been sent.
The phone rang.
It was Adrian Lockwood’s call.
Hung up.
Rang again.
Hung up again.
Rang again.
Rembering she had already clearly told him yesterday not to call her again.
Adrian Lockwood was so persistently haunting her.
Serena Sinclair couldn’t help but feel a bad suspicion in her mind.
Was Miles Lockwood’s condition worsening, becoming more serious?
When Adrian Lockwood’s call ca once more.
Serena Sinclair answered.
On the other end, Adrian Lockwood’s angry voice sounded, "Serena Sinclair, you didn’t return to the hotel last night? Where did you go?"
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