No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 829

As time ticked by, the only sound in the room was the scratching of pens on paper. The difficulty of the questions had many of them breaking out in a sweat.

Faye propped her chin on her hand, biting her lip as she imagined how Eleanor would score on a test like this.

Finally, time was up. Joel collected the papers with a blank expression and left.

The results were to be announced at 3:30 p.m.

Faye was too nervous to eat lunch and was back by two, waiting. The colleagues she ran into all looked grim, none of them confident about their performance.

The air was thick with anxiety.

"Faye, what are you worried about? You're smarter than all of us. You definitely passed," one female colleague said.

"Yeah, and you and Joel are so close. He'll definitely pick you," another added.

The compliments, though hollow, were a small comfort. Faye managed a weak smile. "We'll see when the results are out."

About half an hour later, Joel reappeared, holding a list. His eyes scanned the small group, finally landing on Faye.

"Faye."

Her heart leaped. She quickly stood up. "Joel."

"Your score was sixty-one. A bare pass," he told her.

Faye froze, unsure whether to be relieved or disappointed. Just barely passing? She had given it everything she had, only to get such a marginal score.

Her colleagues, however, looked at her with envy. Joel addressed the rest of them. "None of you passed. You may go."

Faye's eyes widened. A junior research assistant? Data entry? She hadn't even made it to the core R&D team.

"Joel, I—you know I'm capable of more than that," she protested.

"Faye, there's no shame in starting from the bottom. For you, it's the most stable path. Of course, if you can't accept that, you're free to remain in your current department."

Faye's current position was also as a junior researcher in Eleanor's division. With Eleanor there, she'd never get near the core work. Besides, with Callie having transferred over as well, she was even more eager to leave.

She took a deep breath. "I accept. I'll join the civilian project team as a junior research assistant."

She wasn't worried. The day Vanessa married into the Goodwin family, promotions would be easy to come by.

For now, this allowed her to make a good impression on Joel and work close to him. It was a compromise she could live with.