The Platonic Trap novel Chapter 112

Celia walked into the room, carrying her single-page resume.

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Meanwhile, on the ground floor of Zucker Corporation.

Alistair had been out handling business all morning and was only just arriving at the office.

Spotting him, the receptionist bowed respectfully. "Mr. Zucker."

Alistair gave a brief nod. "Has she been here?"

The receptionist blinked in confusion. "Who?"

Realizing his vagueness, he clarified, "Celia."

"Oh, yes, yes!" the receptionist quickly replied. "Ms. Stafford went up to the third-floor conference room for her interview."

Alistair frowned slightly. "I see."

Without another word, he stepped into the elevator and hit the button for the third floor.

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Inside the third-floor conference room.

Three interviewers sat across from Celia, her single-page resume resting near their hands. The awe in their eyes was impossible to hide.

Even under grueling, high-pressure questions, the young woman spoke with effortless eloquence. Her smile was perfectly poised, and she dismantled their complicated scenarios piece by piece, offering highly targeted, innovative solutions.

Even when they intentionally threw curveballs to trip her up, she simply offered a polite smile and seamlessly delivered the optimal strategy.

Glancing down at her sparse resume with immense satisfaction, the lead interviewer cleared his throat, attempting to maintain a stern facade. "Ms. Stafford, I must ask. We don't have any record of your initial application in our system prior to today."

"May I ask who referred you to Zucker Corp?"

Celia parted her lips, just about to answer.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted outside the conference room.

The interviewers frowned, wondering what was going on.

Just as one of them moved to open the door, it swung wide open.

Alistair, dressed in a sharp, impeccably tailored suit, stepped into the room.

Ignoring the shock radiating from the HR team, Alistair turned his attention back to Celia. "Come here."

Celia's eyes curved into bright crescents as she closed the distance between them in a few quick steps. "Uncle Alistair!"

He nodded, his gaze sweeping over her.

"Did they give you a hard time?" he asked.

Celia hurriedly waved her hands. "No, no! It's a high-pressure interview. I totally get it."

Zucker Corp was famous for its incredible employee benefits, but it was equally infamous for its intense, high-stakes work environment.

To weed out the weak, interviewers routinely simulated high-pressure scenarios to observe a candidate's reaction and assess their mental fortitude.

It was a standard tactic used by top-tier firms.

Alistair didn't say anything else. He simply looked at the HR Director and stated, "I'm taking her with me."

The interviewers, still reeling from the bomb Alistair had just dropped, nodded frantically. "Of course, Mr. Zucker. Have a good day."

As she followed Alistair out of the conference room, the bespectacled man from earlier glared at Celia, his eyes burning with toxic resentment. "Why does she get a pass?! She has barely any work experience, no real-world knowledge! Why on earth are you hiring her?!"