I Inherited Trillions, Now What?-Chapter 70: Interview/Test

Before Barbara could process the weight of her decision to be here, a door at the far end of the room opened. A woman walked in, her every step radiating authority. She wore a sharp black pantsuit, the subtle shimmer of the fabric catching the light. Her heels clicked decisively against the polished marble floor, her presence commanding immediate attention.

"Good morning," she said, her voice calm but edged with an unmistakable authority. "I’m Miranda Cross, and I’ll be conducting today’s evaluation." She said earning the full attention of the whole room after pausing for a while she continued " As you all know, we are searching for a luxury curator—a role that demands more than just good taste. It requires precision, understanding, and the ability to cater to the world’s most discerning clients. If you’re not what we’re looking for, you won’t stay long. This isn’t an open call—it’s for people we thought might fit."

Barbara caught the subtle stress on the word "thought" and felt a pang of unease. This was already shaping up to be more intense than she expected.

Miranda’s gaze swept over the group, pausing briefly on each of them. Finally, she focused on the woman with the fiery red pixie cut.

"You," Miranda said, her tone clipped. "Scarlett Daniels, isn’t it?"

Scarlett straightened up, flashing a confident smile. "That’s me."

Miranda pulled out a sleek tablet, her fingers gliding over it as she brought up a photo. She turned the screen to face Scarlett, her expression unreadable.

"This is the image that was attached to your application."

Barbara leaned slightly to the side, catching a glimpse. The photo showed a polished version of Scarlett—a far cry from her current edgy, street-style vibe.

"Yes, that’s me," Scarlett replied, her voice steady.

Miranda arched an eyebrow. "Is it? Because the person in this room doesn’t remotely resemble the one in this image."

Scarlett’s smile faltered, but only for a moment. "It’s still me. The photo was taken a couple of years ago. I’ve evolved since then."

"Evolved?" Miranda’s voice was smooth but unforgiving. "Or completely lost the essence of what we’re looking for?" She said sharply causing everyone to grow tense non more than Scarlett who started frowning then Miranda said " A luxury curator doesn’t just serve the wealthy—they embody the standard their clients aspire to. We’re not just looking for competence; we’re looking for a look, a presence, a brand."She said looking her up and down continuing while disgust in her eyes "And this is not it"

Scarlett bristled, her posture stiffening. "So, you’re saying I don’t have ’the look’? That’s absurd. This role is about understanding luxury, not playing dress-up."

Miranda’s lips curved into a cold smile. "Luxury is a language, Miss Daniels. And right now, you’re not fluent." She turned her attention back to the tablet. "You were invited here because someone believed you could represent this brand. But based on what I see, that was a mistake."

The room went deathly silent.

"This is ridiculous!" Scarlett snapped, her voice rising. "Do you know how much effort it took to get here? You didn’t send out open invitations—people had to earn this chance. I did a lot to get to this stage, and you’re dismissing me because I’m not dressed how you want?"

Miranda didn’t flinch. "The effort it took to get here doesn’t change the fact that you’re not what we need. Thank you for your time, Miss Daniels. You may leave."

Scarlett stood frozen for a moment, her face a mix of anger and disbelief. "You’ll regret this," she hissed before snatching up her bag and storming out.

The door slammed behind her, the sound reverberating through the room.

Miranda turned back to the group, completely unfazed. "Now that we’ve removed the distraction, let’s continue. I hope the rest of you are ready to show why you deserve to be here. The expectations are high, but the rewards are higher."

Barbara swallowed hard, her nerves tingling. If this was how things started, she could only imagine what was coming next.

The tension in the room was palpable after Scarlett’s dramatic exit. No one spoke; even the sound of breathing seemed muted. Barbara shifted slightly in her chair, feeling the weight of Miranda’s gaze as it scanned the remaining candidates.

"Let me be clear," Miranda said, breaking the silence. "This isn’t just about knowledge of luxury brands or understanding how to cater to the wealthy. This is about instinct, perception, and execution at the highest level. If you’re here, it means someone believed you might have what it takes—but belief only goes so far. Now it’s time to prove it."

Barbara’s heart raced as Miranda’s eyes locked on her for a brief moment before moving on.

"To start, you’ll introduce yourselves. Your name, your experience with high-end clientele, and most importantly—what you believe makes you capable of curating the lives of people who can buy anything. Keep it concise. Impress me."

She gestured toward the man with the meticulously groomed beard, who stood with his hands casually in his pockets. He pushed off the wall and took a confident step forward.

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"My name is Adrian Cole," he began, his voice smooth and self-assured. "I’ve spent the past seven years as a personal stylist for high-net-worth clients in London, Paris, and Milan. I specialize in curating wardrobes and managing exclusive experiences that align with their public image and personal preferences. What makes me capable? I don’t just sell luxury—I anticipate it. I make sure my clients get what they want before they even know they want it."

Miranda nodded slightly, her expression neutral. "Noted. Next."

The woman with the striking blonde hair stepped forward. Her heels clicked softly against the marble as she spoke.

"I’m Vanessa Greer. I’ve worked in luxury real estate for the past decade, handling multi-million-dollar transactions across New York, Los Angeles, and Dubai. My strength lies in understanding the psychology of the ultra-wealthy i have come to find out they don’t just want a product; they want an experience, a story. And I make sure every property I sell feels like it was built just for them."

Miranda’s gaze lingered on Vanessa for a moment before she gave a curt nod.

The woman in the ivory silk blouse rose next. She adjusted the hem of her pencil skirt before speaking, her tone calm but confident.

"My name is Julia Anders, and I’ve been a private consultant for collectors of rare art and antiques for the past eight years. My expertise lies in finding and acquiring pieces that not only hold value but also resonate emotionally with my clients. What sets me apart? I understand the delicate balance between investment and personal taste."

Barbara felt a lump forming in her throat as Julia sat down. One by one, the other candidates introduced themselves, each more polished and impressive than the last.

Finally, it was her turn. She stood, smoothing her skirt as she tried to calm the flutter of nerves in her stomach. She stood up and she said "..."

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