NovelOnlineChapter 938: With gossip columns buzzing about her rumored fling with Norton, these fools were bound to think he was behind her rise. And who would be reckless enough to cross someone with that kind of support? No one.
The man bobbed his head, nodding so fast it looked rehearsed. “Yes, yes, we've warned everyone. Rest assured, no one's going to risk hiring her!" Someone else quickly jumped in, his tone fawning, "Anyone who crosses Ms. Tucker or Mr. Burke won't survive a day in the city!" That finally earned a smile from Shelly-cool and smug-as she turned her attention to the camera crew.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMeanwhile, Yvonne inhaled slowly and stepped into the modest building that housed the magazine called "Family".
"Family" catered to lifestyle pieces about hand marriage; their shoots were usually straightforward and low- stress.
Given Yvonne's background, landing a spot here should've been a breeze. She hadn't planned on applying to small publications like this one, but she had listed it as a backup just in case.
The space was tight, nothing fancy. As soon as Yvonne entered, a woman approached with professional briskness.
"Hi there. I'm the editor-in-chief here. Is there something you need?" "I'm here for an interview," said Yvonne, her voice even as she met the editor's sharp gaze head-on.
"We didn't schedule any interviews today... but it's fine, go ahead and take a seat.” "I'm Yvonne Jimenez. I've sent in my resume," Yvonne said, falling in step behind the woman.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe editor suddenly paused, then turned to her with a tight, regretful smile. "Yvonne, right? We've already filled the position. I think it's best you leave now." Yvonne's brows pulled together, but she stood her ground without saying a word.
"Please. We're not moving forward with this. You should go." "Why not? I meet every qualification you listed! I even double-checked this morning-your posting's still online. If you really need someone, at least letshow you what I can do. I won't let you down." Yvonne softened her tone, her hands loosely clasped in front of her as she tried to sound reasonable.
"We're not taking in new hires. You must've misread it." The editor didn't even bother hiding her annoyance as she flung a dismissive wave in Yvonne's direction. The contempt in her eyes said it all—like Yvonne was nothing more than a nuisance who brought misfortune through the door.
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Without a word, Yvonne turned on her heel and walked out, her om footsteps heavy After that, she knocked on the doors of a few more publications-each time, the result was the same.
By the tnoon rolled around, the heat was relentless. Yvonne left yet another building, the sting of Om rejection still fresh in her chest. It didn't sit right. If it had been just one or two rejections, maybe she could've blamed timing. But this many? Something else was going on.
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