Chapter 6: How could he be the Interviewer?


    “Whoa, really? I heard that Mr. Beckham has a son but not a wife, and he’s handsome. Could it be that


    he bes the interviewer is to find his son a mother?”


    “It could be! But I heard that he has some problems…or else why doesn’t he have an official spouse for


    such a long time? He does have lots of scandals, could it be that he’s deserted by a woman?” After a


    round of gossiping, the women still decided to admire the president. They did not mind bing a


    stepmom as long as they could get married into a wealthy family.


    Seeing that they werepeting for the president’s heart, Hayden could not help but roll her eyes and


    sneered. Usually, the age of a senior president who had children must already be over thirty, and the


    president must have a beer belly too. Since the president was that rich, could he possibly want to pick


    a mom for his child from the interviewees? She assumed he was just intending to pick a mistress for


    himself. Hayden developed a slight antipathy to her future boss from her subconscious mind.


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    “Hayden Downey!”


    “Here!” Noticing her name was called, Hayden squeezed herself through the crowds. She took a deep


    breath and pushed the door open. There were a total of five interviewers on the stage, sitting straight


    and courteously in the middle. The interviewer sitting at the right was talking to a man with deference.


    Hayden was dumbfounded when she noticed the man turned out to be the man in the lift! She nced


    at the ttering behavior of the people around her and her breathing stopped. She panicked. That guy


    seemed to have a higher position than anyone else in the room and she wondered what his position


    would be. Manager? Director? Or…


    Joseph seemed to notice something. He looked up, nced at her levelly and looked down, as if he


    had not seen her before and spoke, “So you graduated from the Wharton School of the University of


    Pennsylvania?”


    “I…I still haven’t gotten my university certificate.” Hayden finally got her voice back. It was because she


    had braced herself to write the name of the university when she filled in the application form that she


    sessfully received a reply letter for an interview afterwards. She really needed the job.


    The interviewer was taken aback by her words. “Does that mean the information you gave is false?” He


    turned around and quickly apologized to Joseph who was sitting beside him, “I’m sorry, Mr. Beckham,


    our examination…” Joseph waved his hand and gestured him not to speak. He then turned to the


    woman below the stage and gazed at her icily. “So you mean you havee here to apply for a job


    solely based on your work experience in the Mileder Hotel in Germany before?” His voice became


    colder and colder. “Have you looked through the job requirements?” He tossed the information sheets


    to her with an indifferent look and had already seen through her lies. “Get out!”


    With a dispirited look, Hayden took the sheets, turned around and was ready to leave. The man’s frigid


    voice went into her ears from behind once again. “Don’t you ever y such a useless trick. No


    company would want a person that would even fake their information!” Hayden jolted to a halt and felt


    indignant. That man was too proud and self-righteous!


    She turned back and mmed the sheets onto the table. The sound was loud enough to instantly


    shock the rest of the interviewers. All of them looked at her and gasped. How would someone be bold


    enough to throw things at Mr. Beckham? Did she lose her mind?