I Married the President-Chapter 63: The Bizarre Interview Scene

A few minutes later, Fiona Carson walked back, looking dejected.

A few of the other girls immediately asked, "How did it go?"

Fiona Carson sighed and retorted, "I’ve never seen such a freakish interview. You guys are on your own. I’m heading back."

Everyone looked at each other, not understanding what she meant.

Hearing Fiona Carson’s words, Claire felt a little panicked.

Holloway then called in a few more people for their interviews, but every single one of them came back either shaking their heads or sighing, all saying the interview was freakish.

Before she knew it, only Claire Sinclair and Phoebe Lockwood were left in the waiting room.

Phoebe Lockwood remained calm, holding her phone and texting someone.

It had been five or six minutes since the last interviewee left, but Holloway still hadn’t come in to call the next person. Claire grew increasingly nervous.

Unable to bear it any longer, she took out her phone, wanting to text her best friend for encouragement. But then she remembered the time difference; Faye was surely asleep at this hour. So, she sent a message to Adrian Quincy instead.

Claire: Mr. Quincy, I’m a little nervous. Need some ’chicken soup’.

A moment later, Adrian Quincy actually sent her a serving of ’chicken soup’: "The wise are not perplexed, the benevolent are not worried, the courageous are not afraid."

’What a bowl of toxic chicken soup...’

Claire took a deep breath, and she felt a little less nervous.

Just then, Phoebe Lockwood suddenly spoke up. "Dad, don’t you worry. All the others who came to interview with me have been eliminated. There’s only one person left, and she’s a complete bundle of nerves. She’s definitely going to fail, too. I’m not feeling any pressure at all right now, hehe..."

Claire couldn’t help but look over. It turned out Phoebe was on the phone.

’And she’s supposed to be the governor’s daughter? Saying something like that right in front of someone else. Where are her manners?’

Claire was just about to retort when Holloway came in from outside, panting. "Sorry about that, I just had to use the restroom. Claire Sinclair, come with me."

"Okay." Claire stood up and followed him to the door of another conference room.

The moment the door opened, Claire was so startled she almost backed away.

The conference room was absolutely packed with people!

’Is this an interview or a stage performance? Why is there an entire audience?’

Holloway stood to one side and said with a smile, "Claire Sinclair, go on in. Good luck."

Claire took another deep breath and stepped inside.

She walked to the small podium in the center, first bowed to the crowd before her, then slowly straightened up. Her gaze finally settled on those seated on the dais as she began, "Hello. Am I in the right place for the interview? I didn’t walk into the wrong room, did I?"

A slightly overweight man in the second seat laughed. "Hello. You’re in the right place. You may begin."

Claire nodded and began with a simple self-introduction. "My name is Claire Sinclair, I’m 22 years old, and I’m here to apply for the journalist position. It’s just that I’m a little confused about the situation... May I ask who the interviewers are?"

The slightly overweight man said, "All of us here are the interviewers."

A bead of cold sweat formed on Claire’s forehead. ’So many interviewers... how am I supposed to handle this?’

’No. I can’t fall apart.’

’It’s just as Adrian Quincy said. Only the fearless have a chance of turning the tide.’

At this thought, Claire’s uneasy heart gradually settled. Mustering her courage, she said to the crowd, "Hello, interviewers. I’m ready. Please begin your questions."

Everyone: "..."

The sudden silence was deafening.

Claire started to get nervous again and said weakly, "Since none of you have any questions, would it be okay if I asked one instead?"