Wright Corporation.
Dylan Wright walked into the elevator in a tailor-fit black suit.
The moment he pressed the button, the sound of high heels clicking echoed ahead, and a face of pure beauty came into view.
She was dressed in business attire and had a good figure; she also looked somewhat familiar.
Before Dylan could ponder any deeper, the elevator doors closed, completely cutting off everything outside.
Outside, Fiona Nicholas entered another elevator and pressed the button for the company's seventeenth floor.
She reminisced about the scene she had just glimpsed unintentionally, her lips curving into a faint smile.
"Ding—"
With a soft chime, the elevator doors opened at the seventeenth floor.
There were indeed many candidates today, both men and women, each holding resumes, quietly sitting and waiting.
"..."
The moment they saw Fiona, the light in the eyes of everyone present flickered and vanished, as various thoughts and wariness surged in their hearts.
