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    When it came to social standing, Brenna had been raised in the Barrett family, who had long since vanished from Shirie’s circles of influence. To Sylvie, Brenna was nothing.


    Sylvie walked into the interview room with an air of arrogance, and the sight of Thiago sitting as one of the interviewers made her even more dismissive.


    The Moreno family had already lost their status among the elite. Thiago was beneath her.


    Thiago shared responsibility for Room 3 with Amira Wells, a colleague.


    When he saw Sylvie, he frowned and nced back at her resume.<fn71dc> Fresh chapters posted on find[?]ovel</fn71dc>


    “Sylvie? From what I recall, you have no actual experience in the animation field.” Thiago’s tone was firm. He looked at Sylvie coldly.


    Sylvie squirmed slightly with unease, but she quicklyposed herself. With an eye roll, she answered, “I majored in this field and collected several awards back in school. Isn’t that sufficient? For a smallpany like this, do you honestly believe I’m not enough for you?”


    Thiago kept his expression cold, his words just as sharp. “Go outside and see how many applicants out there outshine you. Their academic records and resumes are stronger, and they don’t need to invent their work history. Even though your skills werecking, you could have shown honesty. Integrity matters. No surprise the Higgins Group copsed.”


    Sylvie’s anger red up. “How dare you say something like that? If it weren’t for you, the Higgins Group would still be standing!”


    Too pressed for time to bother with her anger, Thiago replied, “If you truly had the ability, why not strike back at us instead of applying for a job here? Are you out of options?”


    He then motioned for her to leave.


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    The noise drew Hank into the room. Though he didn’t know Sylvie, the displeasure written on Thiago’s face told him enough. She wasn’t wee here.


    “Please leave,” he said to Sylvie.


    Sylvie gave a disdainful snort and walked out reluctantly.


    In the corridor, a line of sharply dressed candidates waited patiently. Catching sight of their resumes, Sylvie noticed many came from well-known studios, including major animation houses like Legendary Animation and Packer Arts, with some applicants even holding supervisory positions.


    “No way; this can’t be real. Your resume must be made up!” Sylvie turned on a man in his thirties, leveling her usation.


    “What nonsense are you talking about?” the man said angrily, pointing at his resume. “Mine is authentic. Be careful with your words, or I’ll sue you!” He held out hispany ID card. “Look for yourself. I’m a project manager.”


    Sylvie nced at the badge, her face warming with embarrassment, and hurried away.


    From the doorway, Hank called, “Next, Dario Morley, to Room 3.”


    Sylvie stared at the long line of applicants, unwilling to believe Brenna’spany had grown into something far beyond her grasp.


    Just then, the elevator doors opened, and Brenna stepped out,ing directly face-to-face with Sylvie.


    “So you’re applying here? Bold move,” Brenna remarked.


    Frustrated, Sylvie snapped, “Don’t get so smug. Once I work for your rivals, you’ll be the one regretting it!”


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