"Oh right, I almost forgot about the massage I promised you yesterday!" Vera Wave exclaimed. She stood up, walked behind him, and placed her hands on his shoulders. "Since we’ll be working in the same company, please take care of me, Manager Kris. I’ll work hard, even if it kills me!"
Feeling her soft fingers on his shoulders, Kris Cooper closed his eyes in delight.
Vera Wave watched his expression closely.
"Feels good, doesn’t it?"
Vera increased the pressure slightly. "So, how about this job interview?!"
"This... I need to think about it." Kris Cooper lazily lifted his phone. "Massage my neck too."
Vera was so frustrated she wanted to strangle him right then and there.
So difficult to please, and he’s just an interviewer.
She lifted her hand over his head in a claw-like shape, and then swiftly made a series of chopping motions behind his head.
I’ll chop, I’ll chop, I’ll chop you to death!
The screen of Kris’s phone was still locked, and it clearly showed Vera’s frustrated reflection.
Kris watched her actions, his eyebrows slightly raised.
"What are you doing?!"
"Warming up, just warming up!"
Vera hurriedly stopped her actions, placing her hands behind his neck to continue with the massage.
Her grip wasn’t strong. The gentle strokes, her fingertips accidentally brushing through his hair, were as soothing as a breeze over calm water.
Kris Cooper originally planned to play a game, letting her serve him a while longer as punishment for stealing his ID card yesterday.
But now, he couldn’t help but soften.
He put down his phone and picked up her resume from the table.
"So you majored in design?"
"Yes, and I also took courses on advertising planning."
His eyes scanned over her educational background, settled on her work experience, and Kris’s brows furrowed.
To show that she had job experience, Vera had listed all her past jobs—supermarket promotions, flyer distribution, fast-food restaurant waiter...
Seeing these positions, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pity.
"So what kind of job are you looking for?"
Vera wanted to pursue her own major, advertising planning, because it was where her talents and interests lay.
But considering her situation, she settled for a smile.
"I’m like a piece of brick, ready to be placed wherever needed. Whatever you ask me to do, I’ll do it. No job is too small or too big as long as it serves the company and earns me money."
At this point, she had no luxurious expectations; a stable job was already a blessing.
"Okay then." Kris picked up the prepared employment contract from the table. "Then sign this contract!"
Did I just get the job?!
Vera turned her head slightly, looking at his face incredulously, making sure he wasn’t simply teasing her.
"If you’re not signing, then forget it!"
Kris tried to take back the contract.
"No!" Vera rushed forward, grabbing his arm with one hand and the contract with the other. "I’ll sign, I’ll sign right now!"
Taking the contract, standing next to him, she grabbed a pen from the table and quickly scanned the contract.
She lifted her pen to sign in the provided area for Party B. Just as she was about to write her name, her pen touched the paper, then she paused and turned to look at Kris Cooper.
What? Has she noticed something amiss?
Kris Cooper frowned slightly. "Is there a problem?"