Chapter 40 The Interview Began
Fiorello was lost in the memory of that dream when Holden sent another message, tempting fate.
Holden: [Fiorello, you've always slept in separate rooms. Isn't my sister-in-law going to get the wrong idea?]
The thought of Maggie's reaction earlier crossed Fiorello's mind. Could it be that she truly might...?
A few minutes later.
Fiorello found himself outside Maggie's bedroom door as if pushed by an unseen force. He tried to knock several times but restrained himself each time.
The next day.
Fiorello awoke to the sound of Maggie getting up. He rose as well.
"Good morning."
Fiorello greeted her warmly.
"Good morning," Maggie replied nonchalantly, smiling as she walked past him to the kitchen to start making breakfast as usual.
Fiorello wanted to add more to the conversation but saw his chance slip away. After pondering a moment, he grabbed a water glass, pretending to need water from the dispenser.
The water dispenser was just by the kitchen door. As Fiorello poured his water, he watched Maggie out of the corner of his eye.
She was cutting tomatoes, seemingly preparing to make tomato soup.
Maggie didn't notice Fiorello's gestures. He carried his glass to the living room and soon returned for more water.
After repeating this act three times without drawing Maggie's attention, Fiorello's spirits deflated. He approached the kitchen door and asked, "Did you get everything ready for your interview today?"
Maggie, in the midst of cooking the noodles, jumped a little upon hearing Fiorello's voice.
She gathered herself and asked with a hint of confusion, "Uh, yes, it's all ready. Why do you ask?"
"It's nothing, just asking," Fiorello said, a touch of discomfort in his demeanor. He took a sip of water to cover it up and turned back to the living room.
The house wasn't all that big, laid out with a horizontal hall design; as long as Fiorello didn't retreat to the bedroom, Maggie could see him from the kitchen.
Maggie felt bewildered. The noodles were ready, and she brought them out. "Fiorello, it's breakfast time. Let's have soup for breakfast today."
"Alright," Fiorello sat down to taste them. "Not bad," he commented.
Maggie smiled, pleased, and began to eat as well. "You know, last night Christopher told me his kid found a suitable marrow donor for the surgery, and it's even free of charge. Everything you said came true. They're really seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Your words are like a blessing."
Fiorello chuckled and replied, "If my words are that magical, then I wish you a smooth and successful interview today."
"That boosts my confidence even more," Maggie laughed.
"I believe in you," Fiorello assured her.
While eating, Maggie asked, "If I pass the interview, does that mean we can commute together?"
Fiorello explained gravely, "I work in a different department, and our offices are not in the same location. Most of the time, I'm in the campus, not in the office buildings. Plus, the company's divisions are clearly delineated, and even within the office buildings, every floor has its clear function. Jewelry is just one of Visionary Futures Group's industries. Today you're interviewing at the Visionary Futures building, but your actual work area won't be in this building. Instead, you'll be at a subsidiary."
"Oh, I see," Maggie didn't probe further. She tended to just take his word for it.
The Visionary Futures building soared over fifty stories high, with each floor dedicated to different working domains. Without authorization, one couldn't simply move between floors, and elevator access to each level was restricted.
Only the CEO's elevator could freely access every floor, the other elevators could not.
Her interview was scheduled for two in the afternoon, and Fiorello didn't go to the office in the morning. At one p.m., he drove Maggie to building A of the Visionary Futures building for her interview.
As Maggie got out of the car, Fiorello said, "I'm wishing you success."
Maggie clenched her fist with determination. "I can definitely do it."
The two of them shared a smile, and Maggie turned and entered the building, while Fiorello drove his car into the underground parking garage. He took the elevator from the garage directly to the top floor CEO office using the executive elevator.
When Fiorello arrived, the chief secretary, William Harrison, approached him respectfully. "Mr. Flores."
Fiorello spoke with a crisp voice, "We're hiring for the jewelry designer department today. I want you to keep an eye on the interviews."
"Understood, Mr. Flores." William, as Fiorello’ trusted assistant, certainly knew what to do.
It was of utmost importance that the boss's wife, participating in the interview, was not mistakenly dismissed by someone unaware. Since Fiorello' identity couldn't be revealed, it was up to William to step in.
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