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.

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

office! The trip here was such a pain. Makes you wonder if this HR person even knows what they're

them traded gripes, their conversation growing more animated by

woman with work experience, wasn't one to badmouth people behind their backs. She

three finally stepped into the café and looked around, they didn't spot

man's patience was wearing thin. He grumbled, "Is this person for real? We were supposed to meet

bubbly woman chimed in, giggling, "Seriously, what's the point of making things harder for each other? We're all just trying to get by. It's not like HR is some big shot

she finished her sentence than a clear, youthful voice cut

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

eyes swiveled

the uniform of Havencrest Preparatory Academy-petite, looking

suddenly felt a twinge of embarrassment. But when they realized the "HR" was just

a glance but didn't bother to answer

Carlotta who finally looked Citrine up and down with genuine curiosity. "How did you know the three of us were here

names. "You're Carlotta,