Interviews Hunger Games Novels & Stories

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 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.”

"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.

She arrives at the mansion with a photographer, a recorder and a list of questions that Damon's team has already properly vetted. We do the interview in the garden, surrounded by Mike's roses. It's strategic, the setting suggests warmth, domesticity, the kind of comfortable life that readers will want to believe in. "Tell me about yourself," Moira begins. "Before Damon. Who was Millicent Andrews?" I tell a version of the truth. Parts of the whole. Bits, not so much, not so little. A method of playing safe. I talk about growing up without much money, about discovering photography as a teenager, about building a business from nothing.

I got home and changed in a tank top and shorts ,picked up a bag of chips and went to the living room, turned on the television but a comedy that I have watched more than once was showing,I ended up taking a nap and waking up only when Emily came back home . "How was your interview?" she asked me ."terrible" I replied while sitting on kitchen counter."what happened ? "she asked so I told her what happened and she burst out laughing ," so u couldn't answer a question because the man was handsome ?" it is not like that you know I mumbled ."so what was it?" she asked me while smiling.w wel well I was just intimidated

I need to ace this interview. *** I sigh as I plop down on my couch. I don’t have any idea of how the interview has gone. I couldn’t read the woman interviewer at all. The only high point was when I got a glimpse of the Dean when the interviewer had to step out for a second. I don’t know why, but my heart began to race while a smile spread across my face. Noah comes out of the kitchen with a couple bottles of water in his hands and walks towards me. “If you were feeling better, we would be celebrating your interview with beer, but since you still aren’t back to normal, water will have to do.”

Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Can I help you?” she asked, tone already saying no, I don’t want to. “Elena Reed,” I said, forcing a polite smile. “I’m here for the interview with Mr. Blackthorne.” Her smile sharpened. “Interviews were scheduled for nine sharp.” I blinked. “It’s 9:30.” She typed something, way too slow. “Yes,” she said finally, with fake sympathy. “The interviews are now closed. Mr. Blackthorne has already selected his final candidates.”

Rissa took small steps closer as she was at a loss for words. Adrian gave her an encouraging nod, which signifies his agreement to the interview alongside Liam Hickson. “I must say, Mr Grey, Mr Hickson, I am honoured to be granted this opportunity”, the interviewer said pleasantly. A wide smile rewarded his word and Rissa sat down close to Adrian. Her eyes kept travelling in between the two powerful men she found herself around. “Mr Kentucky, I hope the filming hasn't commenced yet”, Liam said enthusiastically pointing towards the camera.

That now made her outfit look official. The interview started immediately after the clock struck 9:00 am. The first interview did not take long and the interviewee, came out looking like she was about to cry. Okay, that did not look promising. She was a beautiful girl, well dressed, the only thing was that she looked too polite. The rest of the interviews did not hold any suspense. Some people came out smiling while others came out frowning. All in all, she could feel her nerves increasing as the line decreased. The Black Company was one of the best companies that searched for talent among writers of every kind. Mostly novel writers and scriptwriters.

I sipped my coffee quietly from the kitchen island, watching him like he was a storm cloud in designer fabric. The system ghost whispered faintly. “Observation: CEO irritation levels rising.” Dream’s eyes flicked toward the air. “Do not,” he warned the invisible voice. The system ghost sounded amused. “Noted.” I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing. Dream ended the call with a sharp tap, then turned toward me. “They want interviews,” he said, like the words personally offended him. I blinked innocently. “Interviews are normal.” “Not when they’re asking questions like, ‘How did it feel to almost die, Mr. Dream?’”