The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 61

As the launch day for the intelligent medical robot Kane approached, Citrine had just finished sifting through over a thousand resumes, narrowing the pool down to three promising candidates.

But with only one position available, she still had to choose the best fit from the trio.

To conduct the interviews, Citrine took the afternoon off-missing two classes- and arranged to meet the candidates at a café just outside the school gates. Their appointment was set for two o'clock, and Citrine arrived five minutes early. The candidates were a young man and two women. The man and one of the women were fresh out of college, while the other woman already had a few years of work experience.

At this point, all three were still on their way.

Since there was only one road running along the campus, and all three interviewees were dressed in business suits, it didn't take long for them to spot one another. With a single glance, they realized they were all here for the same

reason.

The woman in the lead turned to the others and asked, "You guys here for the interview too?"

The other two nodded in unison.

She was outgoing, the kind of person who made friends easily, and soon enough, the three of them were chatting as if they'd known each other for years.

man glanced around the street, wrinkled his nose, and muttered, "I have no idea what CICI Group's HR was thinking, picking a dump like this for an interview. It took me over two hours just to get here. What a

Group's main office! The trip here was

them traded gripes, their conversation growing

badmouth people behind their backs. She followed quietly a step behind, choosing not to join

and looked

patience was wearing thin. He grumbled, "Is this person for real? We were supposed to meet at two. Now

of making things harder for each other? We're all just trying to get by. It's

she finished her sentence than a clear, youthful voice cut through the

the interview, right?" Citrine had already guessed from their conversation and attire that these

swiveled toward

wore the uniform of Havencrest Preparatory

twinge of embarrassment. But when they realized the "HR" was just a high school girl, their

but didn't bother to answer

was Carlotta who finally looked Citrine up and down with genuine curiosity. "How did you know the

names. "You're