“Congratulations. You’ve passed the interview. You can start tomorrow.” The manager stood up and extended his hand.
I forced a smile. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
I got up and made my way back to Viel’s office, clutching the signed document. I lowered myself into the chair in front of him, frowning.
“You’re the only applicant who isn’t happy about passing the interview,” Viel said, amusement flickering in his eyes.
I huffed. “How could I be happy? Your manager didn’t even interview me properly. He just… talked. I felt like I was on a talk show. He asked about my personal life.”
Viel raised an eyebrow. “Asking about your personal life is part of the interview.”
“I know, but… why did he need to know what brand of soap I use? He only asked a couple of reasonable questions: why I want
