Chapter 316:
Just a few days earlier, Marsha had made the trip to the hospital for what was called an ‘interview,’ though it felt more like a routine formality. She was told by the staff that the schedule had been pushed back.
Annoyed, Marsha had called Ronan directly to question why he had postponed the interview without notifying her, the incoming hospital director. Ronan, however, had been too preoccupied to address her complaint.
Later on, Marsha found out that Ronan had run into equipment troubles in the military district. Assuming this had caused the delay, she held back her irritation and quietly waited for the official date to arrive.
After spending some time seated among the other candidates, Marsha finally saw a few interviewers arrive, noticeably late.
As they walked past without acknowledging her, Marsha stood and addressed them with a cool tone. “Isn’t it a bit unprofessional for interviewers to show up late? I have a tight schedule and expect others to respect time.”
One of the interviewers pushed up his glasses and gave her a curious look. “We sent out a group email last night. The interviews were rescheduled to begin at 2:30 PM.”
Marsha pulled out her phone, her expression sharpening. “What email? I didn’t get anything.”
A candidate sitting nearby offered helpfully, “Maybe check your spam folder? All of us received it.”
Marsha’s fingers moved swiftly across her phone, but all she saw in her spam folder was a message from HaloFlow pharmacy, which she dismissed without reading. “I didn’t get it. Whatever. Since I’m already here, let’s just begin. I will go first.”
The interviewer shot her a disapproving glance. “Wait until your number is called before entering.”
Marsha blinked in confusion. “Number?”
Another job seeker helpfully informed her that those entering the final interview had numbers, and if her email was lost, she should patiently wait for the interviewer to call her number and name. As long as she was on the list, she wouldn’t miss the interview.
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But this entire process felt absurd to Marsha. The hospital itself had been entrusted to her by Ronan, yet he had never mentioned anything about interview numbers. And what were these interviewers thinking? They knew full well who she was, the incoming director, yet they acted as if she were just another candidate.
With so many people around, Marsha couldn’t reveal her identity. She was about to lower herself into the seat again when her eyes caught a familiar figure strolling casually down the corridor.
Was that Rylie?
What was Rylie doing here?
Marsha narrowed her eyes, her gaze fixed on the woman who had once played a part in the downfall of the Wilde family, something Marsha had never forgiven. Spotting her clearly now, Marsha raised her voice, lacing her words with contempt. “Rylie? Don’t tell me you’re here for the interview too. What’s the plan this time, another shortcut to cheat your way through?”
Her taunt drew the attention of nearby candidates, their eyes shifting to Rylie with barely concealed interest, curious about the confrontation.
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