Novel & Cerita Interviews Hunger Games

Chapter 21 Denver’s POV The interview had started exactly as I expected. The bright lights warmed my face while the camera focused on me. The questions rolled out smoothly at first — my role in the company, the journey from joining as a fresh graduate to becoming a key decision-maker, the partnerships we had secured. I answered with practiced confidence, my voice steady and professional. But it didn’t stay that way for long. The interviewer leaned forward, her expression still polite but her eyes sharper now. “Miss Denver, one thing our viewers are very curious about is how you balance working under your husband, Dylan. Does it ever feel complicated, having your personal and professional liv

It was a competition—a battlefield. I picked a quiet corner and sat down. Through the glass walls, I could see the interviewers seated like judges, backs straight, expressions sharp. One girl was twisting her fingers nervously in front of the panel, while the lead interviewer didn't even bother to lift his head. By the time it was my turn, it was late in the day. The interviewers looked worn out—loosened ties, crumpled shirts, bored eyes. I started my intro with a polite smile. "Good afternoon, I'm—"

Riley I dragged my tongue across my cracked, dry lips, the metallic taste of blood lingering there as I watched him—this human who held me captive in this damn basement. I still didn’t know his name, and I couldn’t decide if he was keeping that detail from me to protect himself…or to keep me guessing. But I knew one thing for certain: I was hungry. Starving, really, and my stomach growled loud enough that even he noticed. “I’m hungry,” I snapped, watching his gaze narrow, sharpening like he could see right through me.

“Let’s just say... this is an interview. We didn’t exactly have a proper one when you got the job. I want to know more about you.” An interview? Her stomach dipped again, but she nodded slowly, unsure of what else to do. Her fingers tightened slightly around her phone, grounding herself. Cassandra cleared her throat again, trying to steady her nerves. “So... you want to interview me?” she asked, voice lighter than she felt. “Yes,” he said without hesitation. “Start by telling me why you really took this job.” Cassandra watched Darius carefully, her heartbeat ticking louder with every second of silence that passed between them. Her mind raced with a hundred questions, but the loudest one echo

I can't just let them go. "Later there will be an interview with all the cast, plus Miss Yuki Carter, I will go. Are you okay?” Conversation between two nurses. "I will finish my shift right away to ask for Miss Yuki's autograph." Interview that I have a chance to take back the book that is due to me. I approached the Nurse and asked what Grandma could eat. "Hmmm. Miss Yuki's interview, what time will it be held and where?" my groin "Because I'm also a fan of his."

Skylar and I covered our ears. "If I treat you to that meal," Katie growled, "I swear you’re choking on it." I blinked. "Yeah, uh… I’m good, actually. I don’t want to die yet." "Good choice," she said with a fake smile. Sky rolled her eyes and pulled out her phone. "I’m ordering pizza. The next interview is in a few days, so let’s focus on getting you ready for it." I sighed, already exhausted by this whole job hunt.

This is so embarrassing. “You mustn’t be ashamed Misses Kim. My husband is the same”, the interviewer assures me, “men are such hungry little vampires aren’t they?” I almost threw up my coffee. I really did. “Oh yeah”, I agree, laughing awkwardly afterwards, “such little suckers, am I right?” I am not one to wish for bad things to happen, but please can a sudden natural catastrophe just end this interview already. And because the universe hates me, the interviewer has nothing better to do than to nudge Elijah’s shoulder and open her goddamn mouth again.

I feel his eyes on me the entire time but he doesn't say a word. I briefly glance at the seated women waiting for their turn. They all give me withering looks. I wonder if they're willing to suck that guy's dick to get the job. Is that what's happening these days? I'm pretty sure the two other companies I went to told me more or less the same thing. I'm starting to feel really hopeless, but this country is huge and I don't want to lose hope just yet. The bad interview makes me unexpectedly hungry, which is strange because I haven't felt hungry in a long time. I've been eating to survive, and as a result, I've lost quite some weight during the last few weeks.

"Look what we have here." "Let me guess," Cayden's smile was sharp as a blade, "job interview?" I lifted my chin, refusing to be intimidated. "As a matter of fact, yes." "How interesting," Hughs said quietly, his red eyes burning into me. "And what kind of job are you interviewing for, exactly?" "That's none of your business." "Oh, but I think it is." Hank leaned against the elevator wall, clearly enjoying himself. "Especially if you're interviewing with one of our companies."

Why on earth do they need to hold an interview? "Hurry up!" Liam urged as he opened his laptop to set up for the interview. Finally, I was seated and ready. Moments later, I was connected to a woman who introduced herself as Davina Hawthorne, Christopher Hawthorne's wife. I was asked a series of questions while Liam watched me carefully. He couldn’t hear what Davina was saying through the earphones, but he could hear my responses. “Alright. Without wasting any more time, is there anything else you’d like us to know?” she asked.