Interviews Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Christopher shrugged a bit before he replied, “Well, rumors are rumors aren’t they?” The interviewer nodded with a smile, adjusting herself again and pushing her blossom out so more of her cleavage could show. “So, this thing with Miss Hart is real and you plan to be in deep?” she had asked, causing Starr’s frown to deepened. Hadn’t he answered that already? Why was she still asking him again? Was she trying to pull something? Starr felt her blood begin to get hot, she didn’t like how the interviewer was acting. Wait, wasn’t the interview about his new book release, so why wouldn’t she stop asking about his personal life?

And even when they passed the next stage of the interview, the girl still looked relaxed and didn't really show what the look on her face was. "You can be happy for now, but the last interview is an interview that will test the four of you. It is not us who will test you later, but the founders and CEOs of Gh-Group. I hope you can answer like this. I will go first and remember. , the last interview will be at 5 in the afternoon! "

Aiden Hermione's clearly not thinking clearly if she thinks I'll let her sit through a 45-minute interview on an empty stomach. She'd been close to fainting out there, and I suspect the flash of cameras overwhelmed her. I'm accustomed to the limelight, but this is a change for Hermione, who's never been extroverted or social. She's more comfortable in her hospital or home, surrounded by medical books or patients. The storm of reporters and cameras must have taken a toll on her, especially without food.

Their laughter a stark contrast to the storm brewing in my mind. "Next... James," a detached, icy voice called from beyond the door. "Hurry up, boy. We don't have all day." I straightened up, adjusting my shirt as I braced for the pivotal moment. It was the culmination of endless hours of preparation. I entered the interview room, where Dean Carrigan, a man known for molding world-renowned strategists and hunters, waiting for me impatiently. His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, immediately locked onto me. It felt like he could see right through me, dissecting me like his prey after an intense, victorious hunt.

When I stared at him, he smirked and drove his big toe into my sex, causing me to erupt like a volcano in his presence, and he smirked again. “As you can see, Lady Archer, everything about you is a source of torment. You torture me without even trying." I was eventually able to gather my wits and tell him what was on my mind. “I’ll be going for an interview tomorrow.” My attention was drawn to the way he was looking at me as if I had done something wrong. “What for?” he finally asked. “People go for interviews to get hired, Lord Archer.” “Do you think the company can hire you, Lady Archer?”

Terran Nerves tore through me over the interview, but I had a feeling we would both pass with flying colors. Jim would be meeting us at Lance’s attorney’s office where the interviews would be held. My stipulations for doing the interview were still being protested. I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to give Lance everything he wanted. Agreeing to do the interview in the first place was all I was willing to concede to.

"Should I be?" "Most people are." "I'm not most people." "No," he said quietly. "You're not." ****************************** The next day, the mock interview was brutal. A journalist named Marcus Reeves fired questions at them while cameras rolled. He was polite but relentless. "Mrs. Blackwood, you've only been engaged for a few weeks. Some might say that's unusually fast." Izzy kept her smile steady. "When you know, you know." "And what do you know about Alex's past? About Lila?"

There were three interviewers in the room and we took our seats across from them. I took my seat in front of one of the interviewers. A man withthick brown hair, perfectly angular face and lips so pink, Ialmost envied them "Maddison Skye?" My interviewer, asked. He was sifting through my resumé. "That's correct, sir," I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. "It says here you graduated from NYU only a few months ago." "Yes sir." "That would mean that you don't have a lot of experience as a strategist yet."

I answer here. "How old are you?" This is another question. Why! Is this an interview? "It's 21." My answer. "Your hired." means this. With wide eyes, I lifted my head and turned it. "Hire?! Right?" "Be my personal slave." This is a serious attitude. "What?!" I asked in shock. MANDY YU POV:)

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.