Interviews Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Syrus grunted. He did not seem like he was in the mood to talk, but Georgia did not want them to arrive for the interview acting like strangers. Those people were like hawks; very observant, and they could smell something fishy from afar. Georgia had the feeling that if they sensed anything fake about her and Syrus, they would cancel the interview and withhold her money, and not only that, they would reveal to the public about their findings. “Then what is it?” Georgia urged gently. Then she stretched her neck and peered into his phone, and what Georgia’s eyes caught made her flinch in hurt and jealousy.

VANESSA SUMMERS “I’m serious, Kelvin. Stop fucking around. It’s my ass on the line.” He smirked. “I just love the way you say it. Fucking around.” “I have some ideas and they all involve that ass of yours.” He added. I growled seething with rage. What he had just said would get me hornier than a love bug any other day but today was different. Today I had to prepare for an interview that meant the difference between my continued existence as a homeless person or my slow yet steady climb to living a life of comfort.

When a girl came and sit next to Emma. “Hello. I am Harley. I am here for interview.” Introduced the girl, sitting next to her, by extending her hand. Emma immediately shake hands with her and replied, “Hi, I am Emma Watson, and I am here for interview as well.” The girl gave her a friendly smile and Emma, did not feel any negative vibes from the girl. She then asked, “Hey, are their interviews for other vacancies going on as well?” “Other vacancies?” Asked the girl, confused, over her question.

"Yeah. We have a few questions for you before you start, if you don't mind." It's obvious to me that she doesn't recognize us for who we are. The librarian on the other hand, sure does. The way she scatters out of the room like we just killed her cat is a dead giveaway. Jas takes a seat across from her and I sit next to her at a rectangle shaped table meant for studying. I look her in the eyes as I start the interview. "Do you know who we are?" She looks between us as she grins. "Really hot guys that are looking for a maid?"

*Anitha Pov* "Hello?" I lifted the call frowning at the called ID as it's from Prathap whose name I changed from darling already. "The video they showed at the end of your interview. What was that?" he asked and I nearly slipped down from the bed hearing that question. "You watched the interview?" I asked feeling shocked. That was like not even from local media and I know he doesn't watch television much and was feeling assured that there is no way he would have seen it but if by chance he does then I can give out so many excuses.

“Mr. Sinclair personally selected the theme. He’s already in the private viewing room.” My blood ran cold. Of course he was. She continued casually, as if she wasn’t delivering another layer of my personal hell. “Tonight’s scene is ‘The Final Interview.’ You’re a desperate, overqualified black executive assistant trying to land a high-paying corporate job. The panel will test just how… committed you are.” I wanted to laugh. Or cry. Or scream.

Someone laughed nervously. Coach Morrison continued. "The committee has added a new requirement: preliminary integrity interviews. Each finalist will be questioned together about their relationship, their academic record, and their suitability for the scholarship." She looked directly at Mira, then at Sebastian. "You two will be interviewed together. Tomorrow. 10am. Be honest. Be professional. And for God's sake, don't kill each other on camera." The room buzzed. Mira felt forty pairs of eyes on her. She didn't look up.

she asked I frown at her and asked “ Can one love his enemy, especially the one who killed my dad and kidnapped me. Pls don't ask me that question” I hissed and I started packing my things to leave “ Don't be annoyed, I am just asking and he is your mate. Can't you feel the spark between you two.” I sigh “ I do feel the spark but I can't be a mate to my dad murderer” she shake her head and hold my shoulder

What if this doesn’t end at an interview? My knees buckle, but Alessandro catches me instantly. “Rue, hey, look at me.” “I’m scared,” I breathe. “This isn’t just politics anymore. This is character assassination. They’ll tear me apart.” “Let them try,” Alessandro growls. “They’ll answer to me.” Lorenzo’s phone rings. He stares at the screen, face draining of color. “What?” Alessandro asks. “The full interview just dropped early,” Lorenzo says slowly. “And… there’s more.”

I couldn't help to bit back and his eyes widened as Seth and Bear doubled in laugher. "Yikes, man. That must hurt." "Shut up." Nate shoved Bear away, jaw clenched and turned to glare at me. "You think you're funny?" I shrugged one shoulder. "So, tomorrow?" "If you think you just-" "Things are really easy, Herond." I cut his ego-wounded-speech. "If you want an interview you need to meet me before Friday or there's no golden quarterback's interview. Got it?" well it wasn't exactly like that, but if Nate thought I got the upper hand endure him would be better. "So. Tomorrow?"