Novel Resume Novels & Stories

“Well, I guess you’d better start thinking of ways to make me happy. If you do it right, you might just peel me bald.” A laugh slips from my lips. “I’ll get to it right away.” He chuckles, and I hear the faint sound of movement, as if he’s reclining somewhere. “You’re off to a good start. But let’s start small, say… getting that resume done. Still haven’t seen it.” I glance at my laptop, where my resume stares back at me like a half-done sculpture. “I’m working on it right now, I swear. I just didn’t realize I had so much to put in one file.”

She has a white resume file I suppose. "Sit." "Good morning Mr. Michael. I'm Sophia Williams." She confidently introduced herself. I liked that about her. Rest candidates were just a stuttering mess when they spoke. "Sophia, can you give me your resume?" I asked gazing straight in her eyes. "Here it is." She handed me the file. I had a look at her resume. Hmm, lives in California. Has a good business degree from California State University. Uh huh! No working experience. Strange!

The wealthy employer briefly introduced her friend: "He's a novelist." Michelle found it hard to believe. Why would a novelist require such detailed character setups? Did they think she had never written a novel? While she might not have written 100 original novels, she had ghostwritten that many. Everyone knows that in contemporary online novels, many characters make their appearance even before the authors have settled on names. Like the character “Michelle”, the biological mother of Lizzy. Seeing Michelle's skepticism, the employer hurriedly added, "Really, he is a novelist. But I think he also works at a game company."

he said pointing to the seat on the opposite side of the chair he was sitting in. I nodded and sat. "Thank you. Sir, this is my resume."I said handing him my file. "So, you are Caitlin Snow," he said and I nodded. Then he started reading my resume. He is handsome with brown hair and blue eyes. I can see he was amused with my resume. Then he closed the file and cleared his throat looking at me, "Impressive resume. Your resume is the best one of all that I saw till now. But I will like to ask you some questions."

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- I did not participate in the process, Miss Novaes. - Like this? - I laughed. - Of course... At least you felt guilty for what you did to me, didn't you? – I mocked. - After all, an interview is not all that is done in a company. You would have to work, be creative, have concrete ideas that show your level of knowledge... Which, by the way, you didn't have, because you lied on your resume. - That same day I received a call from Mr. Casanova... Disconnecting me from the process.

"I look the part, Jess, but I'm still terrified." "There is absolutely nothing to be terrified about. You don't look a single bit like a nineteen-year-old freshman anymore. You're only going to get caught if you give them a reason to suspect you," she reassured me. I took another deep breath and nodded, picking up the file folder containing the resume Josh had forged for me. According to the document, I had recently graduated with a bachelor's degree in biology and worked in a private laboratory from 8:00 a.m. to 3:00 p.m.

And this wasn’t the solution to her problem. This was her only option. Her only chance to really make sure her father realized that he’d let her slip through his fingers… for good this time. “Just look at my resume. I think you’ll see I’m more than you expected.” “You already are,” he said and looked at the resume again. Nevaeh was a little startled by that. So… he did some researches about her… She sank back into the chair and waited. Her resume was impressive and by his expression, it was more than he’d expected it to be.

The fourth resume contained not only a male-sounding name (Harry), but also an unusual feature: a headshot of the candidate. This was the first time I’d seen anyone feature a portrait of themselves right there on their resume. But, I reasoned, everyone crafted resumes differently. And considering what this individual looked like, I could see why he might’ve (rather arrogantly) included this professional photograph of himself on the first page of his CV, if what he was trying to do was stand out at first glance.

I've been drilling holes into this screen for two hours, and I haven't typed a single syllable. "You're awake." I rotate. Julian fills the bedroom doorway, rumpled and barefoot, his hair a wreck. He appears younger like this, less the apex predator and more the man who burned six slices of toast trying to make me breakfast. "Sleep refused to arrive," I say. He crosses to the kitchen and looks at the screen over my shoulder. His jaw tightens. "The resume file." "I don't know what to write. 'Personal assistant' appears as a code word. 'contract worker looks suspicious. 'Private contractor' makes it sound like I was doing something criminal."