Moreover, a faint sense of abdominal heaviness was coming over her, on and off.
Cecilia Dunn was simply speechless!
She hurried out the door to find the restroom.
But in less than half a minute, four examiners with their assistants walked in from the entrance, and the hall fell silent imdiately.
They were around forty years old, each wearing glasses, with an air of solemnity that exuded ticulousness.
The interviewees stood in front of the reception chairs, respectfully bowing to them.
"Please sit down." One of the examiners spoke gently.
As everyone took their seats, they saw the four of them sit down at the long table, each with an assistant standing behind them.
The scene was very quiet, and the atmosphere was inexplicably a bit tense.
Cecilia Dunn had not yet co in.
At that mont, she was squatting in the restroom, placing an urgent order for sanitary pads on ituan, hoping the receptionist would bring them to the second-floor restroom.
She was holding her phone, truly anxious.
The interview probably started already??
But her stomach was hurting badly, and her interview performance would definitely be off. She blad herself for not checking today’s almanac before leaving ho.
anwhile, in the interview hall, everything was proceeding in an orderly fashion.
A girl in a blue suit stood at the long table, her voice sweet, "Hello, supervisors, my na is Vivian Lewis."
"Please briefly introduce yourself and talk about your strengths and weaknesses." One of the male examiners glanced at Vivian’s profile in front of him, his voice deep.
"My na is Vivian Lewis, I’ve been graduated for two years. My social skills are relatively strong, and I can adapt quickly in the marketing departnt. My weakness is probably that I like to be too competitive." She spoke honestly, and ntioned a few more points.
The examiner jotted down sothing in his notebook.
"How do you view the company’s policy on overti versus no overti?" another person asked.
"Overti is an attitude, no overti is efficiency." Vivian answered calmly. "When my efficiency is lacking, I make up for it with my attitude. In short, I’ll get things done, rest assured."
The examiner nodded in satisfaction at the response, "Next one." He did not look at her the entire ti.
The girl didn’t know her fate, bowed respectfully, and then returned to her seat.
"Charles Miller." One of the examiners called out a na.
A boy stood up, walked to the long table, and bowed respectfully, "Hello, teachers."
At this mont, a ituan delivery person entered The Dalton Group’s company lobby and was speaking with the receptionist about sothing.
Cecilia Dunn felt very unlucky, every minute and second in the restroom was excruciating.
Until five minutes later...
In the interview hall, a girl finished answering two questions and returned to her place.
"Cecilia Dunn." The examiner spoke up, and no one responded.
"Cecilia Dunn!"
Looking towards the seating area ahead, no one stood up, and no one responded.
Everyone glanced at each other, inevitably puzzled. The Dalton Group’s once-in-five-years interview, getting through the initial screening wasn’t easy, and soone didn’t show up?
Could soone really sleep through this?
Could soone really be late?
The examiner also found it strange and asked again, "Is Cecilia Dunn not here?"
No one answered because no one knew each other, clearly no one was there.
The examiner directly crossed out Cecilia Dunn’s na on the list, "Next, lody Quinn."
He directly called the next one.
A sweet-looking girl in a white dress stood up and ca before them, "Hello, teachers, my na is lody Quinn." She bowed respectfully.
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