Chapter 88 Don't Mention Him Again
Susan zoned out for a moment after hearing that.
Isabella quickly waved her hand. "Forget I asked!"
"What are you thinking? I never want to see him again!" Susan knew Isabella thought she had run into Seb post-divorce.
Susan was being honest: she wanted a fresh start and seeing Seb would only jeopardize that.
"Seb's the kind of guy you can't keep forever. You're lucky to have had him once!" Isabella nudged Susan.
"Can we not talk about Seb?" Susan rolled her eyes.
"Just one more thing, I promise!" Isabella held up a finger.
"Fine, spill it," Susan sighed.
Isabella jumped in, "The execs at Prosperity Group are walking on eggshells. Seb's been super picky at work, even the best can't escape his criticism. His secretary Ellie is probably getting chewed out constantly!"
Susan lowered her eyes, thinking, 'Is Seb in a bad mood because of the divorce? No, he should be thrilled about marrying Cynthia.'
"Do you think Seb still has feelings for you? There's no news about his wedding," Isabella gossiped.
Susan had enough. She threw a pillow at Isabella. "Can we stop talking about Seb? I'm done with him!"
"Alright, how's the job hunt?" Isabella changed the subject, trying to comfort her.
Susan looked even more stressed. "I've been searching for two weeks, nothing fits. I have an interview tomorrow, but I'm not hopeful."
"Why not?" Isabella frowned.
"It's a law firm hiring a financial manager. I applied on a whim, but their standards are high. I might be a good fit for a regular position, but manager? That's a whole different ballgame." Susan explained.
"How do you know if you don't try? Maybe there aren't many applicants, or maybe you're the best one," Isabella smiled.
"When have I ever been that lucky?" Susan propped her chin on her hand.
"You're not doing anything else, so treat it as a break. Plus, it'll give you more interview experience!" Isabella encouraged.
"Okay." Susan nodded.
The next morning, Susan arrived at George and Vivian Law Firm.
The firm occupied a whole floor, dozens of employees, bright spacious office, great benefits. Good reputation in Maple Valley. Susan liked it.
The only downside was its proximity to the Prosperity Group building, just a thousand feet away, which made Susan uneasy.
Plus, there were many applicants for the manager position, including graduates from top schools and those with lots of experience.
Susan hesitated, thinking about the stress of possibly running into Seb and her old colleagues. Plus, she doubted her chances of getting the job. She was about to leave when she heard, "Next up is number eight, Susan Wilson!"
She checked her slip—number eight. With no good reason to bail, she decided to go through with it.
"I'm number eight, Susan Wilson," she told the staff member.
"Go on in," they gestured toward an office.
Susan, in her black heels, walked into a spacious office where three interviewers sat behind desks.
The interview panel consisted of two men and a woman in her forties, likely the lead interviewer. A man in his fifties sat to her left, and a younger man, around thirty, to her right.
Susan wasn't nervous as she'd done this before.She wore a black business suit, her jacket draped over her arm, and her straight hair falling over her shoulders. She stood confidently with a calm smile.
The lead interviewer, Anna Scott, spoke first. "Ms. Wilson, you're twenty-five with three years of finance experience?"
"Yes," Susan nodded.
"Why did you choose our company?" Anna asked.
"No particular reason. Suitable jobs are hard to find, so I applied to any company hiring for finance positions," Susan replied casually.
The young male interviewer, George Anderson, chuckled and gave her a second look.
Anna was surprised. Most candidates would praise the firm, but Susan's honesty was refreshing.
Susan didn't care about Anna's reaction. She wasn't banking on this job, so she spoke freely.
Anna continued, "Why apply for the financial manager position instead of a regular finance role?"
Most would say they wanted a challenge and growth, but Susan was blunt. "Because the financial manager gig pays way more – and I need the money to support my family."
The interviewers were stunned. George rubbed his nose, picked up her resume, and asked, "Your last job was at Prosperity Group?"
"Yes," Susan replied, looking at George.
George, around thirty with thick hair and a square face, seemed intrigued by her background.
"It's been over six months since you left Prosperity Group, but you didn't list any work experience for that period. Were you not working?" he asked, puzzled.
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