Chapter 3 Dominant Interview
After lunch, Elsie left her house.
Despite the significant support the Moore family had given her over the past few years, her son, Jasper, had a rare illness that required imported medication to suppress the toxins in his body until he reached adulthood.
This medication couldn't be interrupted; even one missed dose would weaken Jasper's body irreversibly.
The Moore family's reputation wasn't what it used to be, and the expensive medical bills had drawn criticism from the family members. Even though Kenna tried to keep things under control, it was still a problem.
This time, the two of them were going to stay in Emerald City for a while, and they had to solve their survival issues on their own.
In summary, she needed to find a job that would not only allow her to survive in Emerald City but also provide enough money to buy Jasper's medication.
Emerald City was known as the city of the mafia, notorious for its chaos in the past.
Over the past decade, with government control and external promotion, it had become the birthplace of street culture, but many illegal businesses still operated in the shadows.
Prostitution, drugs, controlled substances, fake alcohol, and so on...
These organizations were packaged as high-end marketing companies, but they still operated under the mafia's management style, focusing on connections, resources, and skills.
No matter how strong your academic background was, it was just a stepping stone in this place.
A few days ago, Elsie received an offer from PAT Marketing Company.
This company primarily handled auction appraisals and transactions, but in reality, it was involved in tomb raiding and artifact smuggling.
The company had strong backing from several mafia bosses, the most important of which was the Wilson family, the largest shareholder behind the scenes—Daniel's family.
"Excuse me, is PAT Marketing Company in Suite 13B, Building A?" Elsie asked a man she stopped.
The man was about to respond impatiently, but when he saw Elsie's appearance, he was captivated, especially by the way her casual suit accentuated her curves, exuding femininity while maintaining elegance.
The faint sweet fragrance she wore made him momentarily forget where he had smelled it before, but his heartbeat inexplicably quickened.
"Hey there, gorgeous. Just go straight ahead, turn right at the end, and you'll see the elevator."
With that, the man eagerly walked ahead of Elsie, diligently leading the way and even pressing the elevator button for her.
Inside the elevator were a few girls who looked like recent college graduates, their faces full of youthful innocence. As soon as Elsie entered the elevator, her presence overshadowed everyone else.
She glanced at the elevator buttons—13. It seemed they were all her competitors for today's interview.
Elsie smiled at them, acknowledging their presence.
Three years ago, Elsie had been as naive and introverted as the college girls in the elevator.
Three years later, her mature and confident demeanor was indescribable, every smile and gesture exuding natural charm.
The elevator reached the 13th floor.
A bald man in a sharp suit blocked the elevator door, glanced at his Patek Philippe watch, and said, "Listen up, only those from universities ranked in the top 20, step out of the elevator. My time is limited, so please cooperate."
Gradually, only half of the people stepped out of the elevator, including Elsie.
"Why only the top 20? We object!" the remaining people in the elevator protested.
"Go home and ask your parents if they paid for you to attend a good university. While others were studying day and night, what were you doing?"
"If you can't understand this, don't show up at this elevator again. I worry that stupidity might be contagious. Thank you!"
With that, the HR pressed the button for the first floor, sending them down.
"Listen, passing this round doesn't mean you can relax. We're only hiring one person, so consider your strengths carefully."
The HR scanned the group, most of whom were girls, and his expression turned particularly suggestive when he mentioned strengths.
When he looked at Elsie, he paused for a few seconds, showing a hint of confusion but quickly hiding it.
"I know what you guys are thinking, but it's okay. Some female executives like your type."
The HR opened the glass door and made a welcoming gesture, "Ladies, stand tall. Gentlemen, stick out your butts."
"Listen, this isn't a brothel. When your skills are about the same, the tricks of a brothel might be more useful. This is a den of wolves, my dear children. Good luck."
Elsie smiled. This HR was interesting; he was from the Wilson family. They had met a few times years ago, but he probably didn't recognize her.
These graduates were as proud as peacocks.
Their faces were youthful, their eyes clear and naive, untouched by the harsh realities of society, yet they exuded confidence.
Among them, one girl stood out as the most beautiful, seemingly the leader of the group. Her name was Aria Clark.
Wearing a red dress and high heels, she was strikingly attractive. The group subtly excluded Elsie, leaving her at the back.
This was a natural hostility among women. Aria deliberately showcased her charm, unbuttoning a few buttons on her blouse to reveal her chest and a hint of a black lace bra.
She had clearly taken the HR's words to heart, using her body as her primary competitive advantage.
Elsie saw through it but said nothing, smiling as she walked behind them.
An HR wearing glasses stood in front of the group.
Meanwhile, faint moans of pleasure could be heard from the adjacent office, filled with endless temptation and allure.
Elsie frowned, a surge of anger rising from within.
"Everyone..."
The HR was about to say something when she suddenly saw Elsie and stepped back a few paces, as if she had seen a ghost.
Her eyes were filled with disbelief.
Elsie smiled, saying nothing. She recognized her as Wren Garcia, Veda's cousin.
Wren was stunned for a few seconds, shaking her head.
Three years ago, a fire had claimed the lives of Mia and Elsie. It was said that Elsie had drugged and raped Daniel, which had greatly displeased Veda.
The person in front of her resembled Elsie but had a completely different aura. The old Elsie was timid and bookish, easily trampled on by anyone.
But the current Elsie was clearly not someone to be trifled with.
"Everyone, I decide who gets hired."
Wren regained her arrogant demeanor and pointed at Aria in the red dress.
"The CEO requested you last night. The rest of you can leave. We'll reimburse your cab fare."
Aria's face lit up with joy. She turned to look at Elsie with a triumphant expression.
Although the others weren't selected, they were equally pleased to see Elsie being excluded.
Elsie frowned, her face darkening, losing her previous composure.
She stood still, staring intently at the office door.
Wren said indifferently, "One failure doesn't mean anything, ma'am..."
"A dog of Veda's has no right to speak in front of me. I'm not here to interview for Jerry Moore's bedmate, but for the CEO's position..."