Distance Of Love

Looks Determine Ability?

"Yes." She politely replied, but still couldn't hide her worry.

That seems to have been seen by two observant interviewers.

"Do you really look scared?" the woman's voice carried a hint of irony. Like shouting at Caroline, if you're scared, why are you here for an interview?

Faced with such a question, Caroline was slightly stunned. Basically, she had no idea what this woman was talking about. But their attitude said it all: Outrageous contempt.

She slightly lowered her face and said, "I'm just a little nervous."

"Stressed about not knowing what questions to ask?" the interviewer crossed ten fingers together, still looking at the other person. No, more precisely, the outfit Caroline was wearing.

"However, we don't need to interview you anymore." The woman's expression remained relaxed as before.

Hearing this, she was extremely surprised, gawking at the two people in front of her. What happened in the end? Caroline's purpose in coming here was for an interview. All night long, she carefully prepared for the questions. But now I get the sentence "no need to interview", so funny, isn't it?

Is this called direct hire or is it rejected?

In her mind, there were thousands of questions, but so far, there have been absolutely no satisfactory answers.

Seeing her surprised expression, the man couldn't help but ask,

"Are you applying for a fashion designer position?"

"Yes, fashion design for me is not only a job but also a passion. Today, I also brought some design drawings of my own, so the two of you can spend some time- "

Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by the man,

"Who do you think you are? What makes you so confident that you can become a fashion designer?"

Her whole body stiffened at those words. Caroline's feelings at this moment are also difficult to describe in words. She herself is being looked down upon.

For a moment, her pulse and even her heartbeat seemed to stop.

The woman guessed that she still didn't understand the problem, so she replied, "Try to look at yourself. You look terrible! There will never be another fashion designer dressed as sloppy and out of fashion as you."

"What era is that but still wearing tights and socks? With your style, any product design is a disaster, you know?"

"From the moment you walked in, I thought your head was a nest of crows. Not to mention your cheeks are still red. Is it from applying too much blush? Plus those thick glasses. Please, don't lose it. Just like everyone else."

"That's why we didn't do the interview. You don't deserve it."

Both used derision, even the worst, to point at Caroline. Until now, she could only sit with her head bowed, clenched her fists into fists, listening to insults like insults.

As it turned out, this was the reason why they looked at her differently. Is there anything worthwhile or unworthy here? Since when can looks determine ability?

In today's society, people often judge a person by the clothes they wear, the things they wear without regard for their behavior. Agree that they are the interviewer. One person can make decisions. However, when you let out those cynical words, isn't there a bit of guilt and shame in your conscience?

People with such bad mouths really don't deserve the chair they have now. Sooner or later, they too will receive a proper lesson.

The corners of Caroline's eyes burned, but she tried to swallow the tears deep inside. Boldly approaching the other two, snatching the file from the man's hand, Caroline said in a voice completely different from her previous timidity,

"Never consider yourself noble and look down on others. Having talent without virtue is ultimately useless."

After saying that, she turned and left without looking back. Make someone's blood boil but there's nothing they can do. Worth it, worth it!

Caroline had been walking along the curb for half an hour. She kept walking, walking and not knowing where she was going. Don't even know the stop. In the street, the sound of traffic is busy, the horns are blaring non-stop. The whole neighborhood becomes more crowded and bustling, especially at rush hour like this.

She only felt lost in the crowd.

She suddenly thought back to the story just now, gradually understanding why most of the companies rejected her. All encapsulated in two words, "appearance". (Do I really look so bad that they can say such derogatory things?) she thought to herself.

Caroline has never been too focused on looks. But perhaps now, her thinking has gradually changed in a different direction. It seems her image of herself is something very ugly and very embarrassing in the eyes of others.

She quietly sat with her back against the wall, holding her hair in both hands, tears like crystals constantly racing down her lovely face.

She looks so pitiful right now!

Could it be… Caroline had to put her dream on hold for a while? It's not that she doesn't want to put in the effort, it's just that she doesn't have a company to interview at the moment.

Confused girl, don't know whether to choose what she likes or try to keep doing what's going on? Although she knew that every decision had a price to pay, she still wanted to do what she wanted for once.

Caroline had never felt so desperate as she did now. When she tried her best, all she got, but still failed. She thinks she's useless.

She subconsciously pressed her palms to her cheeks, feeling hot. Since childhood, Caroline has suffered from a very strange disease. Whenever she is shy, emotional or simply the weather changes, her cheeks will suddenly turn red, just like a real tomato.

Her parents once told her that made Caroline even more special. But they don't know. That's why every time she goes to school, her friends make fun of her. Also favorably gave her a name "Annabelle".

It was also because of those red cheeks that made them become a thorn in the other woman's eyes. Regardless of whether the listener is hurt, pitiful or not. Just satisfy yourself.