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Chapter 7 Job Hunting

At the same time, in the CEO's office, Samuel's assistant handed him today's interview resumes for review. He casually flipped through them and suddenly came across a familiar face.

"Get me this woman's file."

"Yes, Mr. Holland."

Samuel looked at the file. The girl in the photo had a bright smile and perfect white teeth.

She had never smiled at him like that. Around him, she was always like a little wildcat, claws out.

Who knew she was such a top student?

In other areas, as his assistant noted, she was pretty average, with limited work experience, likely from small part-time jobs.

How could Vincent let his girlfriend work so hard?

"Hire her," Samuel said. He wanted to see for himself what kind of person she was.

Just as Layla got on the bus, she got a call from the Holland Group's HR.

"I got the job? I start tomorrow? Thank you, thank you so much!"

Layla was overjoyed. Getting hired with such slim odds felt like a stroke of luck.

It was the only bright spot in her recent gloomy days.

The ache in her heart from Vincent's betrayal lingered; she had cried herself to sleep. Amidst numerous setbacks in her past, Vincent had been a guiding light. She had believed they would go the distance.

But she knew now it was over, and he wasn't worth her tears.

In the afternoon, she worked on her thesis, and in the evening, she had a part-time job at a high-end restaurant.

At table 1 sat a stunning woman with arched eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, wearing the latest pink LV dress with a plunging neckline. She exuded elegance.

Layla poured her a glass of water.

"How's my makeup? Is it smudged?" the woman asked nervously.

"No, you look beautiful. Waiting for your boyfriend?"

The woman blushed and said nothing.

"Your boyfriend must be a real looker," Layla said, thinking beautiful women always have handsome partners.

"You have a good eye," a familiar voice said from above.

Layla turned around, her face showing utter disbelief.

'How come it was him again? Could this stunning woman be his... client?'

"Mr. Holland," the woman said excitedly, standing up.

Layla thought, 'Mr. Holland? Wasn't he a male prostitute? Even the clients are so fawning over him; no wonder he's so arrogant.'

Samuel took a seat, dressed in a black suit with a black tie, looking particularly cold and aloof.

Layla thought, 'He really got into character as the domineering CEO.'

"What would you two like to eat?" she asked.

Samuel reached for the menu, but Layla placed it on the table instead.

Samuel chuckled and asked playfully, "Are you stalking me? Got a crush on me?"

A crush on a male prostitute? She'd have to be crazy.

Layla thought this but maintained a professional smile. "Sir, overconfidence is just narcissism."

This sharp-tongued little rabbit was far more interesting than the women who always agreed with him.

Samuel decided he was going to have some fun with this little rabbit.

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