The Interview
Valenticia's POV:
My entire body ached, but it was nothing compared to the burning need to make it to Sledger Inc.
I had to secure this job because it was my only chance to rebuild my life. When the driver stepped out of the car, his eyes wide with concern, I forced myself to stand.
“Are you okay, miss?” He asked, his voice a mixture of worry and disbelief.
I nodded, clutching my throbbing arm. “I’m fine. I... I just need to get to my interview.”
“Are you sure? You might need a hospital.”
“No, please. Just help me up.” I pleaded. “I can’t afford to be late.”
He hesitated, then extended a hand. His grip was firm as he pulled me to my feet. “You’re bleeding.”
I wiped my scraped knee. “Thank you.”
Without another word, I resumed my race, ignoring the protests of my body.
When I finally reached Sledger Inc., I was a few minutes late. My chest heaved as I pushed through the glass doors.
Relief flooded me when I saw a few more interviewees waiting, and I sank into a seat, my breaths ragged.
“Yikes.” A voice beside me sneered.
I turned to see a young woman, her lips painted red, her dress more suited for a runway than an interview. She looked me up and down, a cruel smile curling her lips.
“Did you run here?” She whispered, just loud enough for the others to hear. “Or did you get hit by a truck?”
I bit back a retort, drawing in a calming breath. This was not the time. I needed to focus.
I closed my eyes, mentally rehearsing answers to potential questions.
Strengths, weaknesses, where I saw myself in five years. Anything to keep my mind off the judgmental stares.
“Valenticia Galden.” A voice called.
My eyes snapped open. I stood, smoothing down my crumpled blouse, and walked into the interview room.
The panel consisted of three interviewers—a middle-aged woman with sharp glasses, a man with salt-and-pepper hair, and a younger woman who tapped her pen rhythmically against a notepad.
“Good morning.” I greeted, forcing my voice to remain calm.
The woman with the glasses offered a tight smile. “Take a seat, Ms. Galden.”
“Thank you.” I sat, clasping my hands in my lap.
The man leaned forward. “Tell us a little about yourself.”
I drew a breath. “I’m Valenticia Marielle Galden. I recently relocated to Seryne and am eager to contribute my skills in administration and organization. I believe my ability to adapt and my dedication would be an asset to your team.”
“What drew you to Sledger Inc.?” The younger woman asked.
“I admire the company's consistent growth and its reputation for valuing employees. I want to be part of a team that not only challenges me but also helps me grow.” I replied.
The middle-aged man’s question followed. “Your resume shows a one-year gap. Can you explain what happened during that period?”
“Of course. During that time, I was dealing with a personal setback. Instead of letting it define me, I focused on self-improvement. I took online courses in business administration, volunteered at a local community centre, and honed my organizational skills. It was a humbling experience, but it reinforced my resilience and adaptability.”
The man seemed persistent because his questions were unending. “Sledger Inc. values innovation and forward-thinking. Have you ever had to think outside the box to solve a problem?”
“Certainly. In my previous role, our team faced a critical issue with inventory management. Traditional methods weren’t providing the efficiency we needed. I proposed integrating a low-cost inventory tracking software and trained the team to use it. Within a month, we reduced processing time by 30% and minimized errors significantly.”
“We often work under tight deadlines and high pressure, so how do you plan to handle stress?” He continued.
“I believe in structured approaches to manage stress. I prioritize tasks, break them into manageable steps, and keep a cool head.”
“What if you were assigned a task you had no prior experience with? How would you handle it?” He inquired.
“I see unfamiliar tasks as opportunities. My first step would be to research thoroughly and learn as much as possible. I’d also seek guidance from colleagues or supervisors if needed.”
He was about to ask me another question but the older woman raised her hands up, halting him. “Sledger Inc. is a competitive environment. What makes you stand out from other candidates?” She asked.
“My story.” I began. “I’ve faced adversity, but instead of allowing it to hinder me, I’ve used it to drive me forward. I’m not only adaptable but also deeply empathetic, which helps me connect with people and understand diverse perspectives. I bring not just skills but a perspective that blends perseverance with a fresh, innovative approach. I believe that every challenge is an opportunity, and I’m ready to bring that mindset to Sledger Inc.”
The panel exchanged glances. For a moment, my heart thudded painfully, but then the woman with the glasses nodded.
“Welcome to Sledger Inc., Ms. Hale. You can start tomorrow.”
Relief washed over me. “Thank you! I promise I won’t let you down.”
When I returned to my tiny apartment, I undressed, intending to wash off the dirt and grime of the day. That’s when I noticed it—my necklace was missing its pendant.
“No,” I whispered, my fingers brushing the empty chain.
I scoured every corner of my room, but deep down, I already knew where it was. The accident. It must have fallen off then.
Tears welled up in my eyes. It wasn’t just a pendant. It was the only link to my past. I had no memory of my life from when I was six years old, only the necklace and a name behind the pendant: Valenticia.
But as much as it hurt, I had to let go.
My present was what mattered now. And I shouldn't dwell on a past that didn't matter anymore.
Exhausted, I slipped into the cold shower. There was no food in the house, and my empty stomach twisted painfully. But I was too tired to care.
The next morning, when I arrived at Sledger Inc., I was directed to my department, and the moment I walked in, a cold shiver ran down my spine.
“Valenticia Galden.” The voice was too familiar.
My breath caught as I faced Claudia Monroe. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled back into a bun, and her red lips twisted into a smirk. She used to be my senior in high school, and she loved to bully me.
“Welcome.” She said, with a smirk.
“Thank you.” I managed.
She turned to the room, her voice a sickly-sweet melody. “Everyone, meet our new clerk, Valenticia Galden.”
The introductions went by quickly. Some faces lit up with curiosity, while others wore thinly veiled disdain.
After that, I was shown to my desk when two women approached me. “So... you’re really Dmitri’s ex-wife?” One of them asked.
I forced a smile. “I’m not obligated to discuss my personal life.”
Their expressions soured, and they stalked off, their whispers now laced with malice.
Days passed, each one a new trial under Claudia’s watchful eye. She assigned me impossible tasks, criticized my work openly, and often made me redo simple files.
Today, however, I was determined to prove myself. I entered the office, with my head held high, only for a slap to explode across my cheek.
My hand flew to my face as my gaze landed on Claudia, whose hands were still raised. “Where is the Urban Development Blueprint, Valenticia?”
I blinked, confused. “I... I don’t know. I placed it on your desk as demanded.”
Her lips curled. “Are you calling me a liar?”
“N-no, but—”
She stepped closer. “Pack your things and leave.”
Schemes and SetbacksValenticia's POV:“Please, let me search for it.” I pleaded, with folded hands.“How dare you lose the ‘Urban Development Blueprint’? Do you have any idea how crucial it is?” She repeated, loud enough for everyone to gather.My lips trembled. “I didn’t lose it. I placed the file in the designated drawer yesterday. I... I’m sure of it.”“Then where is it?” She leaned forward, her manicured nails tapping the table rhythmically as if counting down to my downfall.Silence filled the room. I could feel the judgment and doubt in every gaze, as my heartbeat thundered in my ears.“Please, let me search for it. I know—”“No!” Her voice was final. “You’ve wasted enough of our time. There’s no need for a search. The fact is that the document is missing, and you’re the last person who had it.”“Then… then let’s check the CCTV footage. That’ll prove that I’m not lying.”She folded her arms, a painted nail tapping against her elbow. “Denied. We’re not going to waste company res
A Shocking RevelationValenticia’s POV:I, Valenticia, the granddaughter of the formidable Rosanna Clawford? The rightful heiress of the Clawford Group? It sounded like a plot twist from a story, and not my real life.“You’ve been so strong.” Madam Rosanna’s voice was gentle, pulling me back to the present. Her hand was warm as she reached over, folding my fingers in hers. “Growing up, my aunt told me that I had lost my parents in an accident, and that's why I couldn't recall anything from when I was six. But one day, she opened up to me and told me that she found me bruised by the bank of a river with nothing but a bloodied floral dress and a Jade necklace.” I began. “We both tried our best to find my family. We didn't have enough resources to go further. And when I got married, I decided to forget the past. While you never gave up on me.” I leaned forward. “Please forgive me.” She gave me a soft smile. “I should have found you sooner. I failed you, but I promise, I’ll make up fo
Man in the DarkValenticia's POV:When I saw the men get out of the vehicle, my heart banged against my ribs. At first, I thought they were sent by my grandmother, to rescue me, but something about them was off. Their movements were too deliberate, their eyes too chilly. Then I felt the stench of death around them. They weren’t here to save me. They were here to kill me.I turned and ran.I pumped my legs as fast as they could go, the adrenaline rushing through my veins. The cool night breeze slashed at my face, but I scarcely registered it. I didn’t have to time to ponder who had sent them. There would be time for that later if only I survived.I can hear them behind me, footsteps heavy and unrelenting. I ran as best I could, forcing myself to move ahead, but my breath was coming quickly in ragged gasps now. My body was begging for a rest, my muscles about to go on strike. Not now. Not yet.But my luck ran out.My foot snagged on something — a loose stone, an uneven patch of pavement
Debt Unpaid Valenticia's Pov:I was unable to look away from the guy.It wasn’t only that he was handsome — he was the kind of handsome that commanded attention. His features were sharp, precise, almost frigid, but in a way that invited me closer rather than pushing me away. There was something magnetic about him, an aura that made it difficult not to watch, even when there was a kind of chill that emanated from him.I hadn’t even noticed I was still staring at him until I felt my heart start racing. How can one person be this f**king handsome? The way he moved, the smoldering need behind his eyes it was as if he had walked in from a different world. I slowly moved my eyes from his face down to his chest.He wore a suit — no, not any suit. Navy blue, the sort of fabric that let you know it was expensive the moment you laid eyes on it. It wrapped around his tall frame just right, tracing the brawniness of his shoulders, and the tightness of his body. He looked like a man to whom respe
Unwelcomed ReunionValenticia's POV:When I got out of the man’s car, there was a burning feeling in my legs from the deep scrape I’d got when I fell. Blood oozed down my skin. And I realized that I needed to return home quickly for safety.After a deep breath, I took my phone out to call my grandmother. When I hit the power button, the screen remained black. Dead. Of course. Just my luck. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I looked around the unfamiliar street. I had no shoes on my feet, cuts on my legs and I didn’t even have a damn phone to call for help.Pedestrians on the sidewalk gave me glances. Some curious, some judging. I must’ve appeared deranged — a woman in a torn dress, barefoot, wandering around.Still, I did not stop walking, the rhythm of my pace slow and graceful through the pain. I thought about the man in the car.That cold, arrogant stranger.Why hadn’t I made use of his phone? It was the right thing to do, but my pride hadn’t allowed me to do it. But now, I was gnashi
Auction of PowerValenticia’s POV:It was a week after that experience. The bruises on my body had disappeared, and the pain in my leg had diminished almost completely. I was healed, but something had changed in me—a waking thought, an assertion that it was time to take back my possession.One morning, while drinking tea with my grandmother, she set down her cup and looked at me with a straight eye.“You are going to a charity gala,” she told me.I raised a brow. "A gala?""Yes," she nodded. "An auction, to be precise. This is where your takeover will start.”I straightened in my seat, interested. "How?"“You will donate and buy something expensive, making sure your name is among the high elites. You need to show them that you are claiming your rightful place.” She explained.“Valenticia, the company is yours, but you have to make them know it.”I drummed my finger on the table, thinking about what she had just said. It made sense. The upper circles of society operated on influence. I
A Loveless Marriage.Valenticia's POV:I stood in the kitchen, my fingers trembling slightly as I arranged strawberries around the rim of a porcelain plate. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the rich aroma of buttered croissants and scrambled eggs."Is this alright, madam?" Maria, the maid, held up a crystal vase filled with soft pink peonies—Dmitri’s favourite. "It’s perfect,” I whispered, my voice barely rising above a whisper. "Madam, shall I bring in the flowers?" She asked, once again."Yes, please." I offered a smile, clutching the hem of my lavender dress. "Set them by the table.”When she was done, I turned to her with a wide smile. "Thank you, Maria."She nodded, returning the smile before retreating into the corridor.I wanted everything to be perfect.Tomorrow would be our first anniversary. One year since I had married Dmitri Galden, trading my heart and future for an arranged marriage. It was meant to be, something his grandfathe
Starting Over in Seryne. Valenticia’s POV:I sank to my knees, as I clung to Dmitri’s leg. My trembling fingers tightened around his trousers. “Please, Dmitri... please don’t do this.” I sobbed “I love you. I’ve always loved you. I—I know our marriage started as an arrangement, but it doesn’t have to end this way. We can make this work.”He looked down at me. “Valenticia, let go.”I shook my head. “Just give me a chance. I can make you happy. I promise. You said you’d try. You said—”His hand wrapped around my wrist, and yanked his leg free. I tumbled forward, my palms scraping against the floor. “I said nothing of the sort.” His voice was devoid of warmth. “I tried to be civil, but you’ve made this impossible. Leave.”“Dmitri, please—”He moved quickly. One moment, I was pleading; the next, I was shoved out of his room. "You need to be gone by evening.” He commanded. "I’ve given you enough time.” He said, tossing a pen at me then he slammed the door shut.I sat there, my back agains
Auction of PowerValenticia’s POV:It was a week after that experience. The bruises on my body had disappeared, and the pain in my leg had diminished almost completely. I was healed, but something had changed in me—a waking thought, an assertion that it was time to take back my possession.One morning, while drinking tea with my grandmother, she set down her cup and looked at me with a straight eye.“You are going to a charity gala,” she told me.I raised a brow. "A gala?""Yes," she nodded. "An auction, to be precise. This is where your takeover will start.”I straightened in my seat, interested. "How?"“You will donate and buy something expensive, making sure your name is among the high elites. You need to show them that you are claiming your rightful place.” She explained.“Valenticia, the company is yours, but you have to make them know it.”I drummed my finger on the table, thinking about what she had just said. It made sense. The upper circles of society operated on influence. I
Unwelcomed ReunionValenticia's POV:When I got out of the man’s car, there was a burning feeling in my legs from the deep scrape I’d got when I fell. Blood oozed down my skin. And I realized that I needed to return home quickly for safety.After a deep breath, I took my phone out to call my grandmother. When I hit the power button, the screen remained black. Dead. Of course. Just my luck. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I looked around the unfamiliar street. I had no shoes on my feet, cuts on my legs and I didn’t even have a damn phone to call for help.Pedestrians on the sidewalk gave me glances. Some curious, some judging. I must’ve appeared deranged — a woman in a torn dress, barefoot, wandering around.Still, I did not stop walking, the rhythm of my pace slow and graceful through the pain. I thought about the man in the car.That cold, arrogant stranger.Why hadn’t I made use of his phone? It was the right thing to do, but my pride hadn’t allowed me to do it. But now, I was gnashi
Debt Unpaid Valenticia's Pov:I was unable to look away from the guy.It wasn’t only that he was handsome — he was the kind of handsome that commanded attention. His features were sharp, precise, almost frigid, but in a way that invited me closer rather than pushing me away. There was something magnetic about him, an aura that made it difficult not to watch, even when there was a kind of chill that emanated from him.I hadn’t even noticed I was still staring at him until I felt my heart start racing. How can one person be this f**king handsome? The way he moved, the smoldering need behind his eyes it was as if he had walked in from a different world. I slowly moved my eyes from his face down to his chest.He wore a suit — no, not any suit. Navy blue, the sort of fabric that let you know it was expensive the moment you laid eyes on it. It wrapped around his tall frame just right, tracing the brawniness of his shoulders, and the tightness of his body. He looked like a man to whom respe
Man in the DarkValenticia's POV:When I saw the men get out of the vehicle, my heart banged against my ribs. At first, I thought they were sent by my grandmother, to rescue me, but something about them was off. Their movements were too deliberate, their eyes too chilly. Then I felt the stench of death around them. They weren’t here to save me. They were here to kill me.I turned and ran.I pumped my legs as fast as they could go, the adrenaline rushing through my veins. The cool night breeze slashed at my face, but I scarcely registered it. I didn’t have to time to ponder who had sent them. There would be time for that later if only I survived.I can hear them behind me, footsteps heavy and unrelenting. I ran as best I could, forcing myself to move ahead, but my breath was coming quickly in ragged gasps now. My body was begging for a rest, my muscles about to go on strike. Not now. Not yet.But my luck ran out.My foot snagged on something — a loose stone, an uneven patch of pavement
A Shocking RevelationValenticia’s POV:I, Valenticia, the granddaughter of the formidable Rosanna Clawford? The rightful heiress of the Clawford Group? It sounded like a plot twist from a story, and not my real life.“You’ve been so strong.” Madam Rosanna’s voice was gentle, pulling me back to the present. Her hand was warm as she reached over, folding my fingers in hers. “Growing up, my aunt told me that I had lost my parents in an accident, and that's why I couldn't recall anything from when I was six. But one day, she opened up to me and told me that she found me bruised by the bank of a river with nothing but a bloodied floral dress and a Jade necklace.” I began. “We both tried our best to find my family. We didn't have enough resources to go further. And when I got married, I decided to forget the past. While you never gave up on me.” I leaned forward. “Please forgive me.” She gave me a soft smile. “I should have found you sooner. I failed you, but I promise, I’ll make up fo
Schemes and SetbacksValenticia's POV:“Please, let me search for it.” I pleaded, with folded hands.“How dare you lose the ‘Urban Development Blueprint’? Do you have any idea how crucial it is?” She repeated, loud enough for everyone to gather.My lips trembled. “I didn’t lose it. I placed the file in the designated drawer yesterday. I... I’m sure of it.”“Then where is it?” She leaned forward, her manicured nails tapping the table rhythmically as if counting down to my downfall.Silence filled the room. I could feel the judgment and doubt in every gaze, as my heartbeat thundered in my ears.“Please, let me search for it. I know—”“No!” Her voice was final. “You’ve wasted enough of our time. There’s no need for a search. The fact is that the document is missing, and you’re the last person who had it.”“Then… then let’s check the CCTV footage. That’ll prove that I’m not lying.”She folded her arms, a painted nail tapping against her elbow. “Denied. We’re not going to waste company res
The InterviewValenticia's POV:My entire body ached, but it was nothing compared to the burning need to make it to Sledger Inc. I had to secure this job because it was my only chance to rebuild my life. When the driver stepped out of the car, his eyes wide with concern, I forced myself to stand.“Are you okay, miss?” He asked, his voice a mixture of worry and disbelief.I nodded, clutching my throbbing arm. “I’m fine. I... I just need to get to my interview.”“Are you sure? You might need a hospital.”“No, please. Just help me up.” I pleaded. “I can’t afford to be late.”He hesitated, then extended a hand. His grip was firm as he pulled me to my feet. “You’re bleeding.”I wiped my scraped knee. “Thank you.”Without another word, I resumed my race, ignoring the protests of my body.When I finally reached Sledger Inc., I was a few minutes late. My chest heaved as I pushed through the glass doors.Relief flooded me when I saw a few more interviewees waiting, and I sank into a seat, my
Starting Over in Seryne. Valenticia’s POV:I sank to my knees, as I clung to Dmitri’s leg. My trembling fingers tightened around his trousers. “Please, Dmitri... please don’t do this.” I sobbed “I love you. I’ve always loved you. I—I know our marriage started as an arrangement, but it doesn’t have to end this way. We can make this work.”He looked down at me. “Valenticia, let go.”I shook my head. “Just give me a chance. I can make you happy. I promise. You said you’d try. You said—”His hand wrapped around my wrist, and yanked his leg free. I tumbled forward, my palms scraping against the floor. “I said nothing of the sort.” His voice was devoid of warmth. “I tried to be civil, but you’ve made this impossible. Leave.”“Dmitri, please—”He moved quickly. One moment, I was pleading; the next, I was shoved out of his room. "You need to be gone by evening.” He commanded. "I’ve given you enough time.” He said, tossing a pen at me then he slammed the door shut.I sat there, my back agains
A Loveless Marriage.Valenticia's POV:I stood in the kitchen, my fingers trembling slightly as I arranged strawberries around the rim of a porcelain plate. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the rich aroma of buttered croissants and scrambled eggs."Is this alright, madam?" Maria, the maid, held up a crystal vase filled with soft pink peonies—Dmitri’s favourite. "It’s perfect,” I whispered, my voice barely rising above a whisper. "Madam, shall I bring in the flowers?" She asked, once again."Yes, please." I offered a smile, clutching the hem of my lavender dress. "Set them by the table.”When she was done, I turned to her with a wide smile. "Thank you, Maria."She nodded, returning the smile before retreating into the corridor.I wanted everything to be perfect.Tomorrow would be our first anniversary. One year since I had married Dmitri Galden, trading my heart and future for an arranged marriage. It was meant to be, something his grandfathe