The next morning, as usual, Frederick woke up early.He found Anya and Fiona still nestled in their beds. When he reached the kitchen, he saw the ingredients scattered across the counters and decided to make a simple breakfast for them.The aroma of cooking wafted through the house, reaching Anya and Fiona as they descended the stairs. Their eyes, drawn by the delicious aroma, landed on Frederick in the kitchen, sporting an apron and moving with practiced ease.Anya's already frosty demeanor seemed to dip a few degrees further. "A grown man, fussing over a stove? Utterly useless!"Fiona silently nodded in agreement. Her dislike for Frederick intensified after yesterday's incident, especially after Anya's comment about having to marry someone who saw her body. The thought of being tied to such an ordinary man left a bitter taste in her mouth.Frederick beamed as he placed steaming hot pancakes and scrambled eggs"Breakfast is ready, sweetheart! Don't let it get cold. There wasn't
Suddenly, an idea struck Frederick."Sweetheart, your company is mine too. Isn't that being successful enough?"Anya's brows furrowed as she coldly retorted, "Cut the crap. If you're a real man, get a job! Your idleness at home disgusts me."She stood up angrily and was ready to leave.Frederick pondered for a moment. If Anya didn't believe the company was his, perhaps he should find a job first. Having Uncle Sylvester prove it might only worsen things.Anya's voice dripped with disdain, "You know, my father sent me your details long ago. You have no education, no skills, and a divorce to your name. Even college graduates are scrambling for jobs these days. For a drifter like you, it's simply out of the question."Her words stung, even if they weren't entirely baseless. The global economic slump had made finding work a brutal endeavor across all sectors. Manual labor was no exception, especially for someone of Frederick's slight build and lack of experience or qualifications.
After finishing the dishes, Frederick resolved to find a job to please Anya.He analyzed his situation. His life had been dedicated to cultivating and learning various skills, leaving him with no practical work experience. It was Blazeheart who had always managed the company's affairs.Since returning to Jenaire City, he had remained by Priscilla's side—not working at all. The prospect of finding a job now felt daunting.Turning on his phone, Frederick began searching for job openings in Jenaire City. Suddenly, a top-listed advertisement caught his eye."Timbergale Corporation, hiring urgently…"He didn't bother reading the details, assuming that any company paying for a top-listed ad must be wealthy, well-established, and genuinely in need of employees. Such a company seemed like a good place to gain experience before returning to his own company to support his sweetheart.For now, he wanted to keep the ownership of her company a secret, fearing she might quit in anger if she
The cleaning lady clutched her aching back as she settled into a chair. "Don't worry about me. Go on to your interview, or you'll miss your chance."Olivia Benson, who had shown kindness to the cleaning lady, felt a wave of despair wash over her as she stood at the back of the now-orderly line.Her selfless act had cost her a prime spot in the queue, diminishing her chances of securing the coveted job. She had waited patiently since morning, even skipping lunch.The thought of returning home empty-handed filled her with dread, knowing it would deeply disappoint her mother. Despite the setback, Olivia remained resolute, determined to seize any opportunity that might arise.Witnessing this scene, Frederick's anger surged.He marched toward the unruly crowd, his voice booming with authority as he shouted, "Out of my way! You think such behavior is acceptable for those seeking employment at the company?"The raucous crowd fell silent, quickly forming an orderly line. They mistook Fre
Just then, a confident interviewee approached, his thick glasses framing a face well-acquainted with the sales industry.He held his resume with a testament to years of experience.However, Frederick didn't bother to look at the resume. A single glance at the thick lenses was enough for him to dismiss the candidate."With glasses that thick, you must be at least 800 degrees nearsighted. Get out, we don't need you here."The confident interviewee felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him. His years of work experience had been ignored, and he was judged solely by his glasses.Indignation rose within him as he retorted, "What gives you the right to discriminate against the nearsighted? Where in Salmasian's policy does it say we can't apply?"In an age where smartphones were ubiquitous, it was rare for adults not to be nearsighted. Many in the crowd wore glasses and were also taken aback by Frederick's words.Hearing the bespectacled man's protest, they rallied be
Olivia couldn't help but be taken aback by Frederick's straightforwardness; such bluntness was rare in an interview!Seeing Olivia's silence, Frederick pressed on, "Well? Can you?"Olivia looked at Frederick and cautiously shook her head. "I can't drink or dance. But I'm very hardworking, and I do need the job…"Her voice trailed off with a hint of desperation creeping in.Frederick heard the refusal in Olivia's words, but he couldn't bear to see her lose this opportunity. Suddenly, a chuckle escaped his lips.Olivia was bewildered by Frederick's laughter. Had she been rejected?Just then, the rhythmic sound of high heels echoed from outside.Frederick's instincts told him the real interviewer had arrived. He quickly leaped from his seat, positioning himself behind Olivia.He said in a low voice, "Stand up straight, "the interview is about to start." Olivia was dumbfounded. What did he mean that the interview was just starting? What had all that been, then?At that moment,
There was clearly something fishy going on!Being a director, Ivy wasn't easily fooled.The office was usually overflowing with candidates. How could there be only two left?She used the remote to lower the projector screen and took out her phone. Soon, the room's footage from noon appeared on the screen.Ivy fast-forwarded through the recording, the images flashing by.Frederick hadn't anticipated Ivy checking the surveillance!Soon, the footage showed the room teeming with people.Ivy's eyes narrowed as she recognized this was the normal turnout.So, where had they all gone?The footage continued and revealed Frederick seated in the interviewer's chair while his voice was clearly audible.Ivy shot a chilling glare at Frederick. So, this was his doing!Frederick's face flushed with embarrassment and he remained silent.Then, Ivy's eyes widened in horror. She saw Frederick drinking from her cup!And the worst part was she had just taken a sip from that very same cup. Wasn'
Frederick was desperate to salvage the situation and blurted out, "Resumes can be deceiving, and I'm a straightforward person. My skills and talents speak for themselves. There's no need for a fancy piece of paper."Ivy eyed him skeptically as she took in his disheveled appearance. If he possessed the skills he claimed, wouldn't he have made a better effort to present himself?A mischievous glint sparked in her eyes."Oh, so you're talented, huh? Let's see about that talent, and prepare to be tested."Reaching for her phone, Ivy fired off a quick message to her secretary."Grab a set of Advanced Mothian Language exams from the bookstore downstairs. Make it fast."Moments later, a stunning secretary in a sharp outfit entered. She then handed Ivy a fresh set of test papers."Here are the test papers, Ms. Mallin," she said with a hint of curiosity in her voice.While the request struck her as odd, her professionalism prevented further inquiry.Ivy snatched a sheet and handed it t