She went to the restroom to remove her torn stockings and threw them into the trash can. Then, she painfully wiped away the blood with a tissue and returned to the waiting room.
Remembering the kind reminder from the taxi driver, Jiayi couldn't help but look around.
Wondering if it would be possible to find an interviewer to curry favor with.
But it was easier said than done, as she couldn't even catch a glimpse of any interviewer.
It seemed that a last-minute effort to ingratiate herself was futile. If anyone had wanted to get the job through backdoor dealings, they had likely settled it long ago and it wouldn't be her turn.
Just then, the receptionist came in and knocked on the door: "Chu Jiayi, please come in."
Jiayi stood up, feeling a tug at her ankle wound. She clenched her teeth and endured the pain, following the receptionist into the interview office.
After knocking on the door, Jiayi entered, bending over to bow: "Good day to all the interviewers."
