33: Chapter 33: It’s Beneath Him to be a Repairman 33: Chapter 33: It’s Beneath Him to be a Repairman An Ruo let out a sigh of relief, but sitting beside him, she found it hard even to breathe.
Today, An Ruo went for an interview at a major international company, “Fengxing” Corporation.
The position she interviewed for was that of a logistics assistant to the president, which frankly, was just a menial job.
Running errands and handling basic tasks.
Yet even for such a lowly position, there were many university graduates competing for it.
“Miss An just graduated this year?”
“Apart from painting, what else can you do?
Can you speak English?
Are you proficient in Office software?
Have you learned basic tea ceremony?
Do you speak basic French or Japanese?”
An Ruo was stunned; it was just an interview for a menial job.
Why were there so many requirements?
Of course, she didn’t know how to do any of these.
She asked the interviewer why they required these skills, and the interviewer merely said that what you would be doing wasn’t for an ordinary person’s assistant, but for the assistant to the president of a multinational corporation.
An Ruo understood then and knew she stood no chance.
It was working hours now, and there was no one else in the elevator.
Walking in, An Ruo leaned against the wall, looking rather despondent.
As the elevator descended two floors, a tall man dressed in blue work clothes entered.
An Ruo quickly straightened her spine and tried her best not to look around.
The man was very tall and had a good build, comparable to Tang Yuchen.
Even repairmen had such an imposing presence, making An Ruo unable to resist sneaking a glance at him.
Just from the profile of his face, it showed deep and handsome features.
This repairman was quite good-looking.
He was too talented to be a repairman; he should have been a model or an actor.
While An Ruo’s thoughts were running wild, the elevator suddenly shook violently, and then the lights went out.
“Ah—”An Ruo screamed instinctively, pressing herself against the smooth walls.
“Don’t worry; the elevator might just have a temporary fault, someone will come to rescue us shortly,” the man said in a gentle and reassuring voice, calm and composed.
“Will someone really come to save us?” An Ruo asked, uncertain.
“Hmm, I was just fixing the circuit, probably an issue with it,” he replied.
An Ruo believed him because, after all, he was a repairman.
“Were you just fixing the circuit for this company?” An Ruo leaned against the wall, attempting to start a conversation to keep her fears at bay.
The man paused for a moment and then replied nonchalantly, “More or less.”
It was then An Ruo realized he was way too composed, not panicked at all.
The man didn’t reply.
In the dark, cramped space, all An Ruo could hear were his even and measured shallow breaths.
An Ruo stopped talking, but the next second, the man began to cough softly.
His breathing sounded off; it was rapid and labored.
This sound, An Ruo recognized it all too well.
She quickly asked him, “What’s wrong with you?”
The man answered in a low voice, “I’m fine… it’s just an asthma attack…”
“Asthma?!” That was indeed what an asthma attack sounded like…
“Did you inhale dust?” The elevator shook earlier, and dust must have fallen.
“How did you know?” he asked, surprised.
He had only just figured it out himself.
It wasn’t necessarily dust that would cause his asthma, but today was just an unlucky day for him to have an attack.
An Ruo didn’t answer.
She fumbled through her bag for the inhaler and tried to reach for the man’s arm.
“I have medicine here, take a quick inhalation.”