Interviews Hunger Games Novels & Stories

"Mr. Maddox, did anyone catch your eye?" Huck's magnetic voice came through the Bluetooth earpiece. "What do you think?" The male interviewer frowned slightly. "I don't think anyone in this batch meets our standards. Even their physical condition isn't particularly good." Huck chuckled softly. "I want candidates number 8, 12, and 14. Notify them and take them for health checks in an hour." The interviewer, Clyton Farman, nodded firmly. "Yes, Mr. Maddox." He walked out of the conference room and addressed the waiting candidates. "Everyone can leave now. We'll text you if you pass the interview."

Feeling too dumbstruck to keep rewatching the same portion, I let the interview continue. The interviewer excitedly asks a few more questions. She asks if he’s finally found his fated mate, and quickly follows up by asking what werewolf pack they belong to. To my relief, Aiden politely declines to answer. The interview comes to a close and I drop my phone on the desk.

I groan inwardly again knowing that people will remember me as the girl in coveralls with dirt all over her coming to a prestigious office like Styles Enterprises. Later, after an hour or two, I think I finished every game that I have on my phone waiting for Ben to finish from his board meeting. But as a reporter, I need to keep in mind that I need to have more patience upon interviewing this kind of high profiled person because I'm just starting and I'm already tasked to write an article about England's sweet darling of a manwhore. I should feel more privileged to be doing this, to be interviewing Benedict Styles. I'm already starving and my stomach's already hurting. It needs foods. My mou

One other student waits to talk to the professor, so I patiently wait my turn. “Hey, Leera, did you need anything from me?” she asks as I approach her desk. “No, thank you. I mean, yes. I mean, I don’t need anything I just have a quick question. Do you know if the interview is before or after the game or anything?” “I believe my understanding was that after the game, you can participate in the postgame press conference for your interview,” she responds. “Oh, okay. That makes sense. Thank you, Professor.”

she sighed by casting a sympathetic eye on me, "Next time I'll take care of it myself. Well, if it was her and not my dad in the morning, I'd definitely be in trouble. I took a deep breath and moved on, trying to imagine what was waiting for me. " What kind of interview is this?” I questioned, while the driver drove through the few blocks that paraded the company from the restaurant. Hellish traffic, as always, slowed things down. " About our family, about the company, these things. "And why do I have to participate? Why now? "I insisted. I've seen dozens of interviews like this, but I've never had to participate in any. "Well, because people want to know why our heiress is working as a pers

I began, gaze fixed out the window, “I can feel her presence… but it’s faint. Vague. I can’t track her yet.” “So… that’s your plan?” Gideon raised a brow, arms crossed. “That’s the first plan,” I replied without missing a beat. “We can’t rush this. We’re to observe, just as the Elders instructed.” Before Gideon could snark back, Jules snapped her laptop shut and stood. “We have an interview. Let’s move.” “Interview?” I blinked, thrown off. “What interview?” “Job interview,” she said like I was slow. “I already applied for all of us. We need to hurry up.”

Looks like she is my interviewer after all. "Mr Kings would have been here personally to interview you but he was caught up somewhere. After all he's a busy man." I don't mind. I heard Sydney Kings is a scary man who has the world running under his feet. A ruthless man who cares about no one. I'll make sure not to pass near his way. I am clever enough to do that. The interview drugs on for about five minutes when the woman keeps on mocking and taunting me. I have impressive grades and I am so proud of myself but she is getting on my nerves until finally I snap.

“Hugo, where are you?” “I’m here!” Hugo shouts in reply, appearing from one of the nearby offices. He hustles toward Miles. Miles starts talking before he even gets close. “When I agreed to this interview, we had a specific set of terms.” “I remember,” Hugo says. “And we’ve seen to all of those terms. After the interview, we can –” “It’s not after the interview that I’m concerned about,” Miles says. “It’s the interview itself.” “Oh?” Hugo says. “I can assure you that our questions have been vetted –”

the woman behind the desk said with a stiff smile that didn’t look genuine. Waiting took the entire day as hours passed while I sat there, watching other girls go in and out of their interviews. Each one had different looks of excitement and disappointment on their faces, I couldn't help but imagine how it would be for me. I lost count of how many times my stomach had growled today. I should've listened to Cristiano and ate to my fill. But no, I wanted to maintain the perfect shape for the interview. Now, I was hungry and couldn't leave my seat because I could be called anytime soon. Thankfully, I found a snack I had shoved into my bag earlier this morning and nibbled on it. Finally, after w

My stomach dropped. "What?" He nodded. "I hired investigators to find you after you dared to run from me that morning. It took them a week to find you." Something was slamming hard against my rib cage in a really violent way. I knew what it was. My heart. "I found out who you were—Matteo Leone, a twenty three year old bisexual man, living in your father's house like a prisoner." He leaned forward slightly. "I learned everything about you—your urm... useless family, and your situation within hours of funding you."