After My Death, My Husband Who Threw Me Into the Hunting Grounds Went Insane novel Chapter 77

AUDREY

"Mr. Stark, the applicants are here. Should I let them in?" Ms. Mason poked her head through the cracked door. Ms. Mason had initially interviewed five applicants for the internship position, but I couldn't see the people she spoke to inside.

"Go ahead, Ms. Mason," a man's voice said coming from the door. 

Before the end of our initial interview, Ms. Mason, the head of HR, briefed us about the company's higher-ups, and we would answer them for the final interview. First was Bryan Jameson, the general manager and direct superior. The second was Coulson Stark, the Vice CEO. Last but not least was the CEO, Gabriel Stark. The name alone made me curious as hell. 

I always did my research before the job interviews, but this opportunity was sudden. I didn't have the time to do so, which worried me the most. My best friend, Chelsea, called me about the job vacancy only yesterday, leaving me to fly from Phoenix to New York last night. Typically, people wouldn't grab such an opportunity. It was too abrupt. But I couldn't seem to ignore how promising the position was.

Stark Apparel was one of the most well-known apparel brands in New York. The previous assistant was fired from her position because of incompetency, and the CEO was so meticulous when choosing a new applicant that he demanded to conduct the interview himself. 

At first, I couldn't understand why my best friend called me for such a position. She even used her role to get me on the CEO's short-list of applicants. Heck, I didn't have experience yet. I was a fresh graduate. But Chelsea assured me they weren't looking for someone with experience. 

I wanted to get out of Arizona anyway, and with Chelsea offering a space in her studio apartment for at least a month, I had nothing to lose by coming here. But if I was lucky enough to get this job, or any job, I could help pay the bills and stay far, far away from Phoenix. 

I barely slept during the flight, so I was dizzy. When Ms. Mason came out of the office, I fought off sleep. It wasn't a good look. 

"Applicants, get ready," she informed briskly. "We're going to start the final interview." She looked at the person sitting next to me. "You first, Miss Smith."

The woman sitting next to me stood up and followed Ms. Mason. The other girl with pale skin and raven hair on my right spoke. "Are you new here? You seem unfamiliar with the place."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I saw you earlier near the building. You were asking for directions."

"Oh yes," I acknowledged. "I am new here, technically new in New York, but a friend of mine lives near the area. She's already an employee here."

"I'm Jacey Gregson, by the way." Jacey reached out a hand to me. 

I shook her hand. "I'm Audrey, Audrey Hopkins. Nice to meet you, Jacey." 

"Most of the applicants came here because of the CEO," she said. "Did you come here for the same reason?"

I frowned in confusion. "Why would they come here for the CEO?"

"Seriously, is that a real question?" Her eyes widened. "This is the home of the famous businessman, Gabriel Stark! People chase this company because of him, as he's one of the most successful men in New York City. They talk about him every day, not only because he's young and a self-made billionaire, but because he could make everyone successful in this company."

Crap. This was why I should've studied more about the company. How was I supposed to get this job? Mr. Stark would immediately see right through me. I dreaded the thought of getting back on the plane to Phoenix. 

"Oh, this company has made billions. They made a name for themselves in the fashion industry across the United States and Europe in just two years. Two years! Imagine that. Stark Apparel operates in 50 countries with over 5,400 stores and has employed a hundred-eighty thousand people. Don't you know?"

My mouth slightly parted the way she described everything. A long description, I might add. Was it really possible for a man to succeed the way he was? 

"Um–of course, I know." I forced a smile. At least Chelsea told me that as well. 

"They said it's difficult to get in," she continued, "but once you are in, your life is going to change. But if you fail, you can't get another job interview here."

Oh wow. That I didn't know. I suddenly became even more nervous than before. 

The young woman earlier came out of the interview room with a few tears rolling down her face. Based on her reaction, it was clear the interview didn't go well. Ms. Mason handed the resume back to her, driving home to where she wouldn't be getting the job. There wasn't a reason for her to keep the poor girl's profile. My heartbeat quickened at the moment her smooth voice called out my name.

"Ms. Hopkins?" 

I stood up quickly. "Yes?" 

"You're next."

I swallowed hard. I watched the head of HR open the door for me. I took a deep breath before taking my first step.

Alright, here I come.

GABRIEL

"That was bad," I commented. The girl spoke as if she was chewing bubble gum. It was annoying how she tried to convince us by telling unnecessary details about herself. Why was it relevant that she climbed trees when she was little? I completely shut down when she mentioned her dead Aunt. 

Bryan laughed at my remark. "There are worse, but it's good to come out of your office sometimes." 

"I see different people every day, Bryan."

"But clearly, you know little about the hiring process, bro." Coulson patted my back.

I shrugged. "I know how to make a lot of money."

"Oh, here she comes," he said, setting his eyes back in front.

When the door opened, I expected another applicant like the previous one. Though the other previous one looked stylish, given the Dior handbag she was carrying, this applicant looked undeniably too plain coming to a job interview in a fashion enterprise. At least, I knew it without having to glance at the labels that her dress was inexpensive. Wearing a gray dress, she'd matched it with worn-out leather boots and, heck, a knapsack. But that didn't really matter.

"A vineyard." 

I looked up at her, recalling our first moments together… Her hair spread across the sheets, her lips puckering, ready to be kissed, her beautiful eyes were closed, and her tits against mine.

"We produce wine," she finished.

"A vineyard? That's really interesting," Bryan praised in astonishment. "Your father must have inspired you, Ms. Hopkins. As we can see here in your profile, you graduated with honor. A cum laude. Can I just say this is impressive?"

 "Her profile's impressive, I give you that, but I don't think she'll fit as my assistant, gentlemen. She might be a graduate with honor, but as you can see, she still has to change her fashion style." I closed her profile before looking up at her. The color in her face drained. 

She might be as beautiful as I last remembered her, and the way I almost had her writhing in pleasure for me, that wouldn't change the fact that she was the daughter of the man I loathed the most.

"Gabe." Coulson gave me a brief glare, and he looked away. "Do you have anything to ask Ms. Hopkins, Mr. Jameson?"

"I have no more questions. How about you, Mr. Stark?" Bryan glanced at me.

I stared up at her again. "But style can be changed. When can you start?"

Her mouth parted. 

"Do you want to work here or not?" I asked again.

"Of course, I w-want to work here, Mr. Stark," she said nervously.

"Be here at eight. Don't be late." 

Both Bryan and Coulson shifted their gaze at me in utter shock, as we were still not through with the other interviews. But I didn't care. 

She flashed out the sweetest smile she could ever give. "Thank you for accepting me for this job, Mr. Stark. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Pleasure's mine." 

She said goodbye to everyone before she left the room. 

This will not end here. 

Audrey Hopkins. The woman who threw me away.