Interviews Hunger Games Novels & Stories

he managed to say. Before I could speak, he stepped out of the room, with his phone already to his ear. *** Hunter’s POV My phone buzzed, vibrating against my desk. “Yeah,” I answered. “It’s Gabriel. Listen—the girl who is supposed to come in for the interview today is here.” “What about her?” Gabriel hesitated. “Boss… it’s her. The black-dress girl from two days ago. The one you… her name is Mirabella Antonio.” My jaw flexed hearing her name.

Rice, grilled vegetables, and what looked like tender chicken with a thick, golden sauce. “Smells like home,” I whispered. Logan glanced over. “Your kind of home or mine?” “The good kind.” We ate slowly. It was the kind of meal that fills more than your stomach. Between bites, we talked about the interviews. “Tuesday,” I said. “That’s when the first round starts. I want to meet them all, watch them cook and talk to them like humans, not resumes.” “You’re going to intimidate them,” Logan said, mouth full of rice.

Her parents still assisted her all along. As a first-timer, Jirah kept on biting her lips while in the interview process. "Good morning Ms. Jane, I was assigned to interview the applicants. So I am Ms. Glenda, the HR hiring officer. This time I only have questions that you will only answer in ten minutes. Your answers should be in the English language. Are they all clear?" As her muscles trembled, she forced herself to remain calm and smiled at the speaker. "Yes," she replied.

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.

*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

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?"

Chapter Fifty-One: Tear Me Apart Hawkins' POV "You have an interview with Press Mag at ten later, Mr. Pride." Lizzie reminded me as she listed my agenda for today and I groaned under my breath. "I hate interviews." I grumbled, but remembered I was in a good mood today. "But it can be good for our exposure. I mean, a short interview wouldn't hurt, right?"