Interviews Hunger Games Novels & Stories

At the very least, I expected her to ask me who I was talking about. She didn’t. We went inside without her saying another word. Grandma was at the oven, cooking something that smelled really good, though I wasn’t that hungry. It seemed like I’d just eaten lunch a few minutes ago. A glance at the clock told me it’d been a few hours. I’d been in the woods longer than I’d realized. That tended to happen. “Hi, honey. How was your interview?” Grandma asked, smiling at Mom. “It was okay,” Mom said with a shrug, setting her purse on the counter and getting the pitcher of tea out of the refrigerator so she could pour herself a glass. “But, they don’t think they’ll have anything for another month or

I yelp. “What was that for?” “That was for talking nonsense. Listen carefully—one bad chapter doesn't mean your entire story is over.” My eyes sting unexpectedly. I hate when she does that—when she says simple things that somehow hit directly where it hurts. Our third interview happens at a corporate office downtown. The building is not as impressive as the hotel. But something about it feels better. The interviewer is a woman in her late forties. Professional and direct. For the first time all day, nobody recognizes me. Nobody asks about Grey. She only asks about me—what I can do, what I know, and what I want.

I sauntered downstairs and prepared myself a chicken wings soup- I had no idea why I was suddenly craving for it, but I knew I really wanted to have it. Later that evening, my phone, sitting on the table buzzed and my hand shot out, grabbing it. I unlocked it, my eyes scanning the screen, and widened with a mix of shock and excitement as I read the message. ‘Congratulations, Ms. Henshaw, this is a representative from the Blackwood Empire. You have been selected to be part of the candidate to be interviewed. You’re to come in for your interview next tomorrow by 10 AM’ The text says.

“Maya… the one GOG talks about?” “Yeah. I*******m. Trending.” My stomach clenched. My heels kept clicking. I didn’t break stride. I’d been trained for this — pageants, interviews, fundraisers with smiling men who were only there to take pictures. You learn to hear everything and react to nothing. But curiosity is a beast.

She reached across the table, her fingers brushing his. “What’s bothering you?” she asked quietly. “What’s on your mind?” Jeremy sighed, swirling his wine. “It’s stupid, really. I’ve got these interviews lined up tomorrow-ESPN, Fox Sports, 9 News. And 9 News is bringing Terrell Hillis on the segment. I can’t escape him. He’s always there, waiting to take a shot at me.” Alexandra frowned. “That’s rough. Hillis is like a bad penny-always turning up.”

“Bullshit!” he growled, glaring at her. “I’m not here to play games, Atticus. If you’re after money, you won’t get anything from me.” Her mouth fell open, but she quickly shut it, glaring back at him. “What are you even talking about, Sir? I’m just here to interview for the vacant position at your company. If you don’t want to interview me, just say so, Mr. Everette. I’ll leave. You don’t have to yell at me.”

Kendra's POV I don't know how long it's been since Ryker took me. I haven't seen much of him just his stupid henchmen. They bring me food and water but I hardly touch it. I drink the water to keep me hydrated but I refuse to eat anything because I am afraid that it may be drugged. The door opened and Hunter stood in the doorway. "I see you haven't eaten again. Look, Kendra, I know that you don't trust us but you have to eat." I just looked at him then looked away. He picked up the tray of food and walked back to the door. "Fine have it your way. I'm sure Ryker will be thrilled to know that you are refusing to eat." He closed the door behind him and I just curled up into a ball the best I cou

Grace spent the longest time at the interview, I could already expect that much, but even she came back without any traces of satisfaction from her accomplishment… I was next. I walked inside the interview room. There were three people in the room: Eric Valentine, general manager, Dereck Cliff, chief of the production department, and Violet Herlan, manager of the new projects department. They were all casually drinking coffee and chatting merrily. They didn't stop when I walked in and greeted them. Their attitude towards me was obvious. I noticed a camera right in front of their desk. It looked like they were recording all our interviews… "May I ask what the camera is for here?" I formed a q