Novel Resume Novels & Stories

he answered and showed me what he was writing to earlier. He's writing his resume. It's so good to be part of his plan. It feels so surreal.

I did remember sending them a resume before. They said they wanted to release a next gen console for gaming with a game that was exclusive for that platform only. They were interested in the resume I gave that had my achievements from my past job. That was one thing that I was thankful about. So, I accepted the job and worked at the new place. I had to move to a different house. My junior was sad about it for some reason. So the new project they were talking about was a console that would give an experience beyond the current gaming technology. An immersiveness and realism unlike any other.

As if counting her steps, she walked toward the chair Bob pointed her. “She’s applying for -” “Do you know how to use a computer?” I asked, cutting Bob. My cousin must have lifted a brow, but I didn’t get to see it as my eyes were on Eve’s resume. It was like I was guessing her story as I looked at her paper. She did not finish college, and most of her work experiences were short, except for being a library assistant at a local library, where she recently resigned. She was still standing when I raised my head, and her eyes were pinned on me. When our eyes met, all her blood probably went up, turning her face red.

I was responsible for filling all the personal details of Henrietta Chandelier. Except for the name, everything else written on the resume was true. My contact and the penthouse address, my education background regarding Bauhaus, my working experiences as an architectural designer, my achievements throughout the years, and the soft and hard skills I learned throughout the times back in my schools and previous companies. After ensuring everything on the resume looked perfect, I sent the resume out to the human resource department of Minerva, and we started waiting for a reply from them. Lucky enough, right on the same day, I received an e***l with good news from Minerva. The HR manager wanted

“Already?” “Yes, that's what happens when people find out their favorite mystery billionaire is opening a new business.” I rolled my eyes at his statement. “Let me see them.” The first submission was submitted just 30 minutes ago. I read the name ‘Roseline’. It rolled off my tongue easily. She didn't have a photo attached to her resume, but something about it caught my attention. Zero working experience, but I would do your company the honour of hosting a soon-to-be-world-class-chef.

We still had plans to go to college, but first, we needed to find stability if we wanted to get into high-ranking institutions across Superior packs. My fingers traced the back of the fantasy novels, reveling in the nostalgia. Getting to the middle, I finally picked one out. I know Cage said to work on the resignation letter, but sometimes resisting the scent of new book paper on luxurious fancy wooden shelves can be difficult. Just as I was about to glance through the pages, my phone on the table chimed with a notification. I closed the book, put it on my table, and checked my phone. [ I'm waiting for the resignation letter, Scarlett.]- Unknown.

I’m about to ask what else I can do for now, but she’s gone. Classic Juliet. I want to follow her and get work started, but I figure I should at least see what this is about. I open the folder and that’s when I see the record of the newbie. And for some weird reason, her name is not here. Just a picture with an address and some experiences listed, as well as schooling. No contacts either. Nothing. I frown. Why isn’t her resume in here? And it sounds like her background is not even related to nursing.

I inhaled slowly and began typing. Isla Hart, Financial Strategist My fingers hesitated, then moved faster. I detailed my academic record, my top-of-class honors, my internships where I had built models that saved firms millions. I wrote about my boutique finance experience, how I had handled clients with creativity under impossible constraints. I even included the work I did quietly for friends and small businesses in this neighborhood, setting budgets, restructuring debts, finding growth strategies out of thin air. By the time I was done, the resume looked… formidable. I leaned back, blinking at the polished words. It was not charity material. It was proof. Proof that I was not just surviv

Well in my defense he did ask what I knew about the company. "I've heard enough, you really did your research didn't you?" I tucked another loose strand of my hair behind my ear and nod slowly. "Yes sir, I did", I confess nervously. He opens an envelope and brings out a sheet of paper. "Do you know what this is?" I gulp and answer. "No sir, I do not" I'm so frigging nervous. "Well, it's your resumé and on it, it says you do not have any work experience" He gives a questioning look.

"Please, sit." We both sat down. He pulled a folder toward him—my fake resume—and opened it. I watched his face. Watched for any sign of recognition. Any hint that he knew. That he suspected. Nothing. His expression was polite. Professional. He had no idea who I was. Two years. Two years of planning. Two years of destroying Aurora Winters and building Reina Vale from scratch. And it worked. "Northwestern. Six years as an executive assistant at Henderson & Associates," he said, scanning the page. "Impressive recommendations."