Why would the receptionist blush for no apparent reason?

Soon enough, Rena discovered the cause.

The office door swung open and the driver candidate stepped inside

Rena's gaze was immediately drawn to a pair of elongated legs, followed by a strikingly young and handsome face.

He possessed narrow, alluring eyes, a straight nose and slender Lips.

His appearance exuded handsomeness and an air of arrogance.

Without hesitation, Rena declined, "You must have mistaken the place.

We're hiring drivers.”

The man flung a resume onto her desk.

“I am applying for the position of a driver.”

Rena was momentarily speechless.

She glanced down at the resume.

Zack Carson. A 23-year-old hailing from Heron. Standing at six feet tall, his measurements were

Putting the resume down, Rena cleared her throat and said, "Mr. Carson, for various reasons, we might not be able to offer you the job.”

Zack perched himself on her desk and asserted, "I am a professional race car driver. However, I am willing to drive for your small company.

It would be a credit to you, wouldn't it?"

Rena furrowed her brows.

In a composed manner, she replied, “Your monthly salary would be 8, 000 dollars without accommodation. If you accept the position, you will need to arrange your own living arrangements."

She believed that this man wouldn't be up to the task.

Unexpectedly, Zack snorted.

Drawing closer to Rena, he declared, “My cards have been confiscated.

8, 000 dollars a month? And no accommodation provided? Do you expect me to sleep on the streets? I fear my good looks may put me in danger."