Interviews Hunger Games Novels & Stories

I can’t even begin to imagine the questions they are going to ask us. We walk through the room where everyone is drinking and I can see Jo sitting with Layla as the guy approaches her. Greg looks upset as he just finished talking to Gustaf. I frown as I watch his interaction with Jo. He is treating her like crap and I can feel my hands closing into fists. When we reach the room where the interview is being held, I look around and I see the drinks waiting for us. Good. I need that. I grab a glass of Champagne and water for Savannah.

Kate smiled and said, “Your mate is going to be so happy to have you. There’s no shame in a fast catch, not when it’s what you want.” “That is true, I’ve been looking forward to this for so long though, it would almost be disappointing for it to end so quickly. I don’t necessarily want to run from my mate, but I wouldn’t mind the excitement prolonging a little bit. It’s like when we used to play tag as kids. We always wanted to secretly be caught, but at the same time, we weren’t sure if we wanted to be the first one out. Once the game was over, we had a chance to play again though. There’s no second chance here. Once you’re caught, that’s it. The Hunt is effectively over for you. Forever.”

It adjusted itself and nervously approached the young man. "Hi! Can I ask a question?" He stopped when the young man stopped. Her gray eyes turned to look at him which made her even crazier. He just looks calm but deep in the side he is papanic. It looked at his watch. "This is just an interview for our project. What can you say about the increase in commodity prices today?" The truth is that he just did it to find out its name and section. So when she found out she was feeling like she was the happiest woman in the whole world! That is why she is always waiting for the young man. Even a sneaky glance is okay. Sometimes he flirts with a group of friends who give him the ferrero box that he b

Emily set up her camera across the table from us to film us while she also wrote my answers down on a pad of paper. After she pressed the button to record and returned to her seat, Emily cleared her throat and began the interview. “Thank you for having me today, Luna Hannah,” she began. “Thank you for being here, Emily,” I replied. “Please, call me Hannah.” “Of course, Hannah. It would be my honor.” “Are you sure that you wouldn’t like some cheese or salami? Perhaps a bit of wine?” “Oh, I shouldn’t…” “What, are you going to get in trouble for nibbling on the job?”

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 glanced down at them. “I don’t understand how you’re comfortable sitting in those.” “I’m not.” “You look like you are.” “I’ve had years to fake it.” “That’s mildly concerning.” “It should be.” I flipped to the page I’d been avoiding. “Okay. Last interview.” He nodded. “Go ahead.” I hesitated just long enough to feel it, then asked, “If hockey disappeared tomorrow… who would you be?” He blinked, then let out a quiet laugh. “No one’s ever asked me that.”

“How long has the affair been going on? I kept my head down and pushed through. Security had to form a line to get me inside. The interview room was cold and too bright. The chair across from me was empty so I sat there, folded my hands in my lap waiting before the host walked in. She was a woman in her late twenties. She's wearing red lipstick and has sharp eyes. The kind of woman who made a career out of making people cry on camera. Few minutes later the cameras started rolling. “Good morning,” she said with a smile that didn’t reach her heart. “We’re live with Luna Freya Cowell of the Ironveil Pack. Thank you for joining us, Luna.” I nodded. “Thank you for having me.” Then I introduced my

“Still alive?” I leaned against the hallway wall outside the ballroom and let out a quiet laugh. “Barely. My mother is actively trying to auction me off.” “Should I come rescue you?” “Please. Bring a ladder.” “Is it that bad?” “Charity gala. Wealthy donors. Everyone staring at me like I’m a project.” “Ah,” Noah said. “The Hunger Games, but with champagne.” “Exactly.” He chuckled. “Are they interrogating you about me again?”

"Looks like it, let's sit down and talk. Didn't that lady from HR just say we could have something to eat? Honestly, I was so hungry." "Me too." From midnight till now, no one would not be hungry. There were even some who had been taken from home just last night. None of us even drank a sip of water, we were all on edge the whole time, and now we really just wanted to eat something. Amelia felt something was off. A lot of people came, but only a few passed the interview, so she asked about their ages and birth charts. Sure enough, they were pretty much the same as Lila's.

Her interview was scheduled for ten. Thanks to her thorough preparation, the first four rounds went smoothly. She made it through all the technical and managerial interviews, and by 3 p.m., it was time for the final HR round, which was mostly about discussing compensation and benefits. The HR representative was a woman, and much like the hotel interview, she asked Emily about her marital status. Then, in a rather dismissive manner, she briefly asked about Emily’s salary expectations, to which Emily responded seriously.