Three days later, Celestine arrived at Seabay Group for her scheduled interivier
A receptionist greeted her in the lobby and led her to a waiting lounge.
At the same time, Jade–who was visiting from headquarters for training–caught a fleeting glimpse of someone passing by.
She recognized Celestine in an instant.
Thinking of the recent online gossip swirling around Celestine and Chester, Jades lips curled into a sneer.
Pathetic.
So what if she married into money?
A girl like Celestine, no matter how hard she tries, will never be anything more than an outsider trying to play at being elite.
Jade had always seen Celestine as a walking punchline.
But she hadn’t expected Seabay to actually step in and “rescue” this desperate nobody.
Who knows which executive at Seabay she managed to cozy up to this time?
If Celestine had any talent at all, it was her knack for seduction.
Jade’s smile slowly faded, replaced by a simmering envy.
A bit of casual inquiry told her that Celestine was here for an interview today.
So she really had managed to land herself a powerful backer.
Jade turned away and made a call, using it as an excuse to slip out.
For Celestine, this was her first time doing an interview of this level, and a wave of nerves crept over her.
Seabay had arranged for a professional makeup artist, who was now brushing delicate strokes onto her brows.
“With features like yours, Miss Selwyn, you really could have been a model,” the makeup artist said, studying her face with genuine appreciation.
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Celestine had the classic, timeless beauty you’d find in an old ports.
skin, refined features, and those mesmerizing fox like eyes that seemed to pul people in at a glance.
The makeup artist, who’d seen plenty of faces in the Industry, was genuinely impressed by those eyes.
It took hardly any effort to create a look that would photograph beautifully.
Celestine blushed at the compliment, offering a shy smile.
Seabay had already produced the first sample of her design, and she changed into it herself a white, delicately patterned vintage dress, with elegant cut–outs and intricate motifs.
The moment she stepped out, she was a vision–striking, yet perfectly at ease in her own skin.
The makeup artist couldn’t help but marvel at her transformation.
Soon, a staff member arrived to escort Celestine to the interview room.
He did a double–take when he saw her, momentarily awestruck.
Stunning.
His tone warmed instantly. “Miss Selwyn, you’ll be interviewed today by Miss Coco. She’s sharp–tongued but honest, and loves to joke around–so don’t be too nervous.” “Thank you,” Celestine replied with a gentle smile.
When they reached the interview room, the cameras were already set up, ready to
record.
“Miss Coco should be along soon. Please, take a seat and make yourself comfortable, Miss Selwyn.”
“Thank you.”
Two chairs faced each other in the center of the room. Celestine sat down, folding her hands in her lap.
Nearly half an hour passed before the door finally swung open.
. A woman entered, dressed in a crisp white pantsuit, her dark hair swept up, deep
red lips set against a strikingly sharp face.
Celestine greeted her first. “Hello.”
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The woman responded with a cool nod and little else.
She dragged her chair a bit further away before sitting, then tapped away on her tablet, making no move to start the interview.
Celestine waited patiently, giving her time.
Miss Coco still seemed “busy,” so Celestine quietly ran through her notes in her mind, trying to recall the few questions she wasn’t sure about.
She pulled out her phone to double–check.
“Miss Selwyn, I’d say not looking at your phone during an interview is basic courtesy,” the woman’s disapproving voice floated across the table.
Celestine smiled, glancing up just in time to catch a glimpse of the Fruit Ninja game screen as Miss Coco closed it. She let it go. “My apologies.”
Coco raised an eyebrow, finally meeting her gaze. “Clothes make the woman, I suppose. The company really went all out to find something this flattering for you, Miss Selwyn.”
Celestine kept her composure. “Shall we begin?”
Coco set her tablet aside, her expression unmoved. “No need to rush. Before we start, I’d like to discuss a few things with you off the record.”
