The receptionist offered them bottles of water while they waited.

Shirley's classmate quickly unscrewed the cap and took a long swig of water. She glanced around discreetly before leaning in and whispering, “Shirley, I'm feeling a bit anxious. Any advice?"

Shirley squeezed her hand reassuringly and said, “There's no need to worry or feel anxious. Just do your best. You still have a whole year to search for a job."

“You are right."

Shirley smiled and said nothing.

When the interview started, the secretary called roll at the door.

The person who was called would go to the meeting room next door for the interview.

As time went by, there were fewer and fewer people in the lounge.

Just like her friend, Shirley began to feel nervous.

Shirley's classmate was called first. She smiled and reluctantly let go of Shirley's hand. Then, she got up and went to the meeting room.

Ten minutes passed before her classmate emerged from the meeting room, her expression downcast. "I have a feeling that I'm doomed."

“What's wrong?"

“I didn't perform well. There were a lot of people in the room and I got so nervous I couldn't say anything." Her classmate sighed wistfully. "The interviewer in the middle is handsome, but his eyes are oppressive. I was nervous when he looked at me."

Moreover, that man looked a bit familiar.

Shirley laughed. "This is not a novel."

“You'll know when you get in."

As her classmate spoke, Shirley walked into the meeting room and glanced at the man sitting in the center without even realizing it.

Shirley was taken aback when she caught sight of him. She quickly turned away, feeling flustered. After composing herself, she politely introduced herself with a quick bow.

Sergio frowned. He recognized Shirley almost immediately. She was the woman who almost got hit by his car while she was picking up her mobile phone on the road.

As other interviewers posed their questions one by one, Shirley skillfully answered them with ease. Her preparation was apparent and her responses were smooth.