Chapter 1. The Interview

1 Chapter 1. The Interview

Chapter 1. The Interview

My name is Ethan. I am an 18-year virgin college student. My face is average, my hair is brown and I'm poor...

I lived with my sister in a small house in Ironshade Town, my father's only inheritance. My father had died a year ago due to an accident while my mother remarried and chose to live with her new family. She still sends us money every month, but for the last few months, the amount has dropped dramatically. After I asked, it turns out that she is pregnant and is preparing for her labour costs. Because of that, I decided to look for a permanent job.

I was ready to leave my house wearing my formal shirt, trousers and shoes. My bag is hanging on one of my shoulders.

"Celia, I'll be home late today. There's no need to wait for me," I said.

Celia who sat while watching TV in the living room remained silent, not answering me.

I sighed. I know she thinks I am the main cause of our father's death. I still vividly remember her screams when I ran hurriedly through the heavy rain and arrived at the hospital just to watch my father's corpse covered by the blanket.

'If you don't ask him to pick you up, he won't end up like this!'

That day I never asked father to pick me up. But father insisted, he drove his car in bad weather and ended up with that fateful accident.

I left my house and walked to the MRT station (Mass Rapid Transit) accompanied by a clear afternoon sky. One of my hands swiped at my cellphone's screen to reread the building's address where the interview would be taken. I found this tutor vacancy on the internet and was confident enough to be accepted. I was a private tutor for two years and was quite successful, besides I am also a model student in my college. But now all my students have graduated and studied abroad so I lost my only source of income.

"Good evening, Ethan," a voice called out to me.

I turned my gaze to the origin of the voice. A beautiful elf wearing a housewife dress holding a small child waving at me.

"Good evening, Mrs Clea," I replied as she gave him a slight nod while my feet continued to walk past her.

"Ethan, where are you going?" another voice called me.

I turned my gaze in front of me. A lamia in a typical women's office attire, with an elegant face, walked from the opposite direction to me.

'Thank God, I arrived early.'

I took a deep breath trying to calm myself down, tidied up my clothes and stepped confidently. A woman in an elegant office dress welcomed me in a neat-looking lobby.

"Good evening, sir. How can I help you?" she said politely.

"I came for the interview," I said.

"Please go up to the first floor and enter the last room. Mr Jackson is waiting for you," she said with a smile and gave me a gesture to allow me to head for the stairs.

"Thank you."

I stepped up the stairs and walked to the end of the corridor. I took out my CV, took a breath to shake off my nervousness and smoothed my clothes once more.

* Knock * * Knock * * Knock *

I knocked on the door.

"Come in," a voice came from inside the room.

I opened the door, a man in a neat suit sat behind the work desk in the middle of the large room. I closed the door behind me.

"Good evening, Mr Jackson," I said as politely as possible.

"Sit down," he said.

I sat in front of him and put my CV on his desk.

"My name is Ethan. I came for the tutor job vacancy. This is my CV, you can check--"

"There's no need," he interrupted with a sly smile.

A second later, the sound of the door being locked could be heard behind me, the entire window curtain coming down. Some men and women suddenly appeared around me, including the woman who greeted me earlier in the lobby and they all looked at me as if I were their prey. I swept my gaze at them in confusion.

"I'm sorry. What exactly does all this mean?" I asked while giving them an awkward smile.