Chapter 599 The Way You Look at Me Is Too Blatant
Nia was thrilled by Walter's casual reply, and she couldn't stop smiling.
She thought, 'Walter is so busy, he wouldn't lie to me. Since he hints at it, I have to give it a shot.'
During her lunch break, Nia went to the mall and picked out a $500 dress. It was a bit pricey for her, but she saw it as an investment for better opportunities to pay off her debts and make more money.
She took a deep breath and bought it.
Not being very skilled at makeup, she went to a beauty salon in the mall and had her makeup done professionally.
She asked Walter for the afternoon off, and since there wasn't much going on, he approved it.
There were a lot of people interviewing for the live streamer position, and the line was long. The girls who went in came out quickly, looking dejected, showing how tough the competition was.
There were two interviewers: one was the project manager from The Taylor Group, and the other was a popular female live streamer who was involved in selecting her future partner.
The manager recognized Nia because she was often seen with Walter, who was Daniel's assistant. With Daniel gone, Walter was now in charge of the company.
No one wanted to offend Walter's people.
The manager was surprised to see Nia at the interview and asked, "Ms. Thompson, does Walter know you're here for the interview?"
This question implied whether she was a pre-selected candidate by Walter.
Before Nia could respond, the female live streamer expressed her displeasure, "It doesn't matter who sent you; you still have to pass my test. Not just anyone can join my live stream."
"Of course, let's start the interview," the manager said, not wanting to offend the live streamer.
The live streamer's questions were tough, but Nia was prepared and answered smoothly.
Then it was time for the screen test.
Nia felt nervous in front of the camera but managed to smile confidently and introduced the products.
She had barely started when the live streamer interrupted, "That's enough. You're not suitable."
Nia's lips tightened. "Can you tell me why? I can improve and learn."
"She does have a decent learning ability," the manager said, trying to help out of respect for Walter.
But the live streamer, wanting to place her own candidate, coldly replied, "This isn't a school. I need someone who can start right away, OK? And you're ugly. How can you learn to be beautiful? Go back to your mother's womb and be reborn?"
That was a harsh blow.
As Nia was leaving, the live streamer sarcastically added, "Unless you get plastic surgery, I might consider you as an assistant. My customers are like gods. Seeing your ugly face, how can they be in a good mood to buy my products? If sales drop, will you pay the penalty?"
No one had ever commented on her looks so harshly before.
The live streamer strutted away in her high heels.
The manager, feeling awkward, tried to comfort Nia, "Ms. Thompson, you're doing well with Walter. Why insist on being a live streamer?"
"Because it can make a lot of money."
"Who told you that? Only the top earners make money in any industry. Even though we're hiring an assistant, you need to be camera-ready and quick-witted. Ms. Thompson, you're too introverted. She was blunt, but not wrong." The manager finally understood.
Nia suppressed her frustration and looked at him. "Please don't tell Walter about this."
It was too embarrassing.
The manager didn't ask further and agreed, "Alright."
Back at her desk, Nia didn't want to give up.
Plastic surgery could remedy matters of appearance.
If she became camera-ready, beautiful, and outgoing, the money would follow.
After a brief moment of sadness, she started researching plastic surgery clinics online.
The doctors at the clinics wanted to meet her in person.
She decided to go over the weekend.
She spent the weekend visiting various plastic surgery clinics in Silverbrook.
The conclusion from several consultations was that to become a top influencer, she needed extensive surgery, costing between $2 million and $3 million, depending on the materials used.
Nose job, bone shaving, jaw contouring, eye enlargement.
The full package designed by the clinics was very tempting.
To make money and succeed, she was willing to go all out.
But where would she get $2 million?
Getting a bank loan was out of the question; she had no collateral or assets.
Walter's WhatsApp drew her attention as she scrolled through her contacts.
He had already lent her $1.5 million; a bit more shouldn't be a problem, right?
But Walter was just her boss, not her parent. Why would he keep giving her money?
'Nia, what are you thinking?' She thought.
The idea of borrowing money lingered in her mind.
The clinics kept messaging her, urging her to get the surgery soon.
When she reported to Walter, she often wanted to ask but felt too embarrassed.
During meetings, her eyes often lingered on him, and he noticed several times.
Eventually, he called her into his office after a meeting.
"Are you trying to seduce me?" he asked, biting his cigarette.
She was stunned. "Why would you think that?"
She just wanted to borrow money, not seduce him.
"Because your gaze is too obvious. I suggest you tone it down; this is a workplace. Don't you agree?" He took the cigarette from his mouth and asked.
She, like a startled deer, quickly explained, "No, no, Walter. I see you as my boss, nothing more. I know my place."
"Good."
"But I do have something to discuss with you. I just don't know how to say it."
"Are you trying to borrow money?"
"How did you guess?"
"With the way you've been looking at me, it's either that or something else." Walter leaned against the desk. "How much do you need?"
Nia held up two fingers.
"$20,000?"
"$2 million," Nia said awkwardly.
Walter squinted and smirked, "Ms. Thompson, $2 million? That's quite a bold move."
"I'll pay it back. Consider it an investment. I'll return it with interest," Nia said vaguely, not mentioning it was for plastic surgery. It sounded too crazy. Even she thought she was losing it.
Walter checked his watch and said he was busy. She knew he didn't want to lend the money, so she left.
She was down all day, and the clinics kept asking when she would have the surgery.
Without money, how could she?
Just as she was about to decline, a message popped up: [Bank account credited with $2 million.]
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