บท 38: Double standard
Jonathan had gone back to wait beside the car when he saw her head to the restroom to change her clothes.
Soon he saw Whitney walking over. He was stunned to see her. The dress stopped just above her knee and coupled with the blazer. She was looking good. He once heard someone saying that a beautiful person with a good figure would look good in anything. Back then, he doubted this say, but seeing Whitney casually picking up clothes from hangers and looking so good in them, he finally understood.
The clothes are not beautiful but the person wearing them. She was able to make them shine.
Whitney had been working with heels for a while, so she could carry herself with Grace. Jonathan felt that if he had not seen her buying the ordinary-looking clothes and shoes for a total of one thousand six hundred, he would have thought that the outfit cost a lot.
"You look good," Jonathan could not help but compliment her. "thank you," Whitney was a bit shy. She immediately got into the car. Jonathan was handsome. He was aware of his charm, so when he saw how flush she reacted, he wanted to part himself on the shoulder.
Whitney took a deep breath when Jonathan closed the door. This was clearly an emergency situation. She did not know why she was acting like a high school student who was going on a date with her crush.
Whitney's hair was already packed into a tight bund, but she still took a mirror from her back to look at her face. Apart from a lipstick, Whitney hardly uses any other make-up. She immediately took her lipstick and applied it to her lips.
Jonathan was already seated in the car. We have just fifty-five minutes left. Buckle your seat belt, " He said as he started the car.
Whitney dropped her mirror and lipstick and did as was told. Jonathan also drove the car very fast. It should have taken over an hour to get to Smart cooperation, but Jonathan used forty-eight minutes. When they arrived, Whitney felt that her heart which had been haggling on her throat, relaxed. She did not expect Jonathan to break the speed limit on the road, she opened her mouth many times to ask him to slow down, but she was afraid that talking would distract him, so she swallowed the words.
Fortunately, the road was not so busy, and nothing unexpected happened. "Thank you," Whitney said as she unbuckled her seat belt.
"You are welcome, and I wish you all the best," Jonathan said. Whitney nodded and hurried out of the car.
She walked over to the gate and showed the security the message on her phone.
"Go in," The man said. When Whitney heard this, she was happy. After all, she still doubts the message. When she got to the reception, she turned to the receptionist. "Good morning, I am here for the interview," She showed the woman the message on her phone.
"Why are you just here? Other applicants came at least fifteen minutes before time," The lady said. When Whitney heard this, she did not know what to say. It was not ten yet. There were still two minutes.
"Take the elevator to the seventh floor," the second Lady by her side said. "Thank you," Whitney was grateful to her. She did not know if she had terrible luck written on her face that made the First Lady target her.
"What do you mean by your actions just now? That lady was late," the first receptionist said.
"Late? There are still two minutes. Only those who arrive at ten on the dot would be said to be late," The second receptionist argued. She knew that her colleague was a petty woman. She always liked to flaunt the little power she had.
"You are just a busybody," the first receptionist rolled her eyes. The second receptionist did not say anything. She knew she would not hear the end of it if she argued, so she allowed her.
At that moment, three well-dressed men walked over, "Which floor is the interview?" they asked the first receptionist. There was still a few seconds left.
Seeing that the three men looked good and neither of them was wearing a wedding ring, she smiled. "The seventh floor, the elevator is over there," She pointed in the right direction for them with a sweet smile. The men thanked her and hurried away.
"I thought you said the young lady was late?" The second receptionist rolled her eyes. They had been working together for over a year, and she knew the receptionist was selfish.
"What? You let her in. Why can't I let them in?" she argued. Of course, in her opinion, the men had a better chance of getting the job. More so, they were single. If a single man got the job, then she might meet her prince charming, but a beautiful woman like Whitney would only cause trouble.
When the second receptionist heard this, she could only purse her lips. A person who arrived two minutes early was late, but a few seconds was fine. This kind of double standard was something.
Meanwhile, Whitney arrived at the seventh floor. Outside the elevator, there was a notice. (Interview left-wing office B16). She immediately found the direction to the interview room. They were already a few people sitting down. What made surprised her was the fact that they were all male.
She stepped out and looked at the room number. It was the correct number written. 'B16' she could only swallow and sit down.
A few moments later, three men from before also walked over but before they could enter the room, the door shut in their faces.
The people sitting inside were surprised, "what happened?" One person whispered.
"It's ten. My girlfriend works here. She told me that those who came even a few seconds late would be disqualified," A man spoke with pride. While they were discussing among themselves, a man stood up and walked to the front.
"You are all welcome. My name is Jerry. First, we would have a written interview. Those who pass would move to the next round," Mr Jeffery announced.
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