Chapter 155

"Next up, the 8th candidate, Calla Sherman!"

Just as she took a few steps, someone called out her name from behind.

Calla glanced down at the slip of paper she had received, which, without a doubt, read the number eight. Her eyebrows furrowed. Realizing there was no good reason for her to refuse, she decided to go through with the interview as a formality.

Calla approached the staff member calling out numbers and informed her, "I'm the 8th candidate, Calla Sherman."

"Please come in." The staff member gestured toward an office.

In her black high heels, Calla stepped into a spacious office, where three executives were seated behind a row of desks.

There were two men and one woman among the interviewers. The woman, who appeared to be in her 40s, sat in the middle and seemed to be the main interviewer. To her left was a middle-aged man in his 50s, and to her right sat a younger man around 30.

Having been through interviews before, Calla was not nervous. Today, she wore a professiona