Chapter 162
“Tak
lenly, a low, mocking l Suddenly, a
laugh broke the silence in the room
From the far corner of the conference table, a man in a blue suit, his face dark and brooding, slightly raised his eyebrows. A cold, sarcastic smirk curved his lips. “Mr. Roscente really is reckless–just deciding to send someone over without giving us a chance to prepare. Not even the slightest warning”
Brody hurriedly chimed in, “That’s right! We’ve been doing the interviews just fine, but now Mr. Roscente decides to send someone over, completely disrupting us. Doesn’t that throw our department into chaos!”
The man’s narrow, sinister eyes darkened even further as he leaned back lazily in his chair, his posture relaxed yet menacing. “Yeah, the interview has already passed the third mark, and the so–called chief examiner hasn’t even shown up… So now, are we all, including the interviewees, supposed to wait for this high–ranking, well–connected examiner!”
He tilted his head, the sarcastic smile on his lips turning his already delicate, almost feminine features even more errie.
He stared directly at Kaia. “Director, do you agree with Mr. Roscente’s nonsense”
“Mr. Roscente has his reasons for making such demands,” Kaja said, not wishing to waste time on them. Standing elegantly, her long, pale fingers rested on the table, her aura ice–cold and commanding. “If you have any objections, you can take them up with Mr. Roscente. After all aren’t you Mr. Roscente’s cousin!”
Her last words carried an almost imperceptible touch of cold mockery, but it was expertly concealed
She gave a faint smile, her voice turning utterly cold. “Mr. Roscente said the interview should proceed as planned We don’t need to wait for the chief examiner’s arrival.”
With that, she turned on her heel, her high heels clicking sharply as she left the meeting room.
The door shut behind her, and the room fell invo an oppressive silence.
Cyrus Rascente, leaning against the back of his chair, pressed his tongue forcefully to the roof of his mouth, his long, cold eyes fixed on Kala’s departing figure, growing colder with each passing second.
Brody, watching Cyrus’s expression, couldn’t help but feel a twinge of anger. He granted his teeth and muttered under his breath, “Mr. Roscente’s Lapdog!”
Cyrus raised an eyebrow slightly, giving the man a sidelong glance, before suddenly letting out a low chuckle. “you have a problem with that?” The unexpected question threw Brody off–balance, and he didn’t dare say more.
He fumbled with his words, stammering, “1-1 didn’t mean that, Mr. Roscente, I just
“That’s fine. I have a problem with that.” Cyrus said in a cold, low voice. Slowly, he sat up straighter, his eyes scanning the room, taking in the various expressions of the other higher–ups. The so–called chief examiner couldn’t even be bothered to show up on time… Does someone like that really have the professional qualifications for design?”
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He let out a soft scoff, his slender fingers larily tapping the table. “Mr. Roscente specifically pushed someone into the process. This person isn’t even here for the interview but somehow has the final say. What does that tell us?”
The higher–ups exchanged glances, then one of them hesitantly spoke up. “That means. Mr. Boscente already has someone he’s decided on from the batch of interviewees
“More than that,” Cyrus’s fingers lifted, shaking them at the speaker. “Mr. Hoscente’s decision is clearly an attempt to take control of the design department and this so–called chief examiner is going to override you all in the future.”
“Right now, they have the decision–making power for the interviewers. But later on… they might even hold all the decision–making power in the design department”
The expressions of the senior staff shifted noticeably.
Brody frowned, viubly displeased. “Isn’t this madness! That so–called chief examiner was shoved in at the last minute and still hasn’t even shown sapë Therant this just prove that this person knows nothing! How can we let someone who knows nothing make decisions for us! I won’t accept it“
Executive I pushed up his glasses, looked at Brody, then at Cyrus, his face full of hesitant entanglement. “Mr. Rosense’s decisions have never been wrong Siber Mr. Koscente made this decision—there must be a reason………
Tari the point of discussing it here We need to see this so–called chief examiner before we can
we can say anything!”
s already past four! There are still over twenty interviewees left. If we don’t pick up the pace, we’ll have
to lay las
late just for that chief
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examiner!”
Executives C and D were visibly annoyed, and without a second thought, they walked out of the meeting room.
Executive is hesitated for a moment, looking at the door, then at the two remaining men. Finally, he lowered his head and followed C and D out.
Cyrus’s brows furrowed slightly, his cold expression never fading.
As for the chief examiner…
It was probably just another trick from Lukas to deal with him.
Although the second branch of the Roscente family had been kicked out of the Roscente family estate after losing a power struggle and could no longer access the core power centers of the farmily-
But, they couldn’t deny that he was outstanding.
He had the ability, after all, to
to join
Roscente Group through interviews and climb up to became the manager of the department.
He knew that Lukas had always seen him as a threat, trying everything to push him out of the company, afraid that he might follow in his father’s footsteps and aim for the throne of Roscente Group
That’s why Lukas had orchestrated this entire scenario, sending someone over to mess with him and strip him of his power, hoping he would quit.
Really?
No way.
When did the Rescente family’s rightful heir get so underhanded and despicable!
But did Lukas think that this would make him give up?
The Roscente family had its second branch’s share
His father might have lost in the past, but this time, the victory would be his
Cyrus’s eyes darkened even further. His long fingers, which had been resting on the table, curled into fists, the veins standing out on his hands, adding a sinister, almost sickly air to his presence.
Design Department Interview Area
The delay in the interviews left the remaining interviewees uneasy, their anxiety growing with every
try passing minute..
At this moment, Camila, dressed in a high–end light green skirt, her handbag in hand, walked over with her friends and Helena flanking her, the sound of her high heels clicking on the floor
Immediately, an paused
interviewee approached, offering a courteous smile. He cautiously asked, “Camila, do you know why the interviews have been
Many of the interviewees had already heard that Camila’s father was a senior executive at Hoscente Group’s fashion division
Camila was only here for show–she had already been pre–selected for the position
