He was about to speak when his gaze drifted to the corner of the room. A small, dusty monitor hung on the wall, left over from a forgotten video conference system. On its screen, a tiny watermark was permanently burned into the corner: Interview Viesub – Kênh tuyển dụng hàng đầu.
He had practiced this answer. Loyalty. Growth. Synergy. But the words felt like stones in his mouth. the interview vietsub
She doesn't understand Vietnamese. But I do. I've been watching 'Interview Vietsub' for three years. He was about to speak when his gaze
He didn't say that. But he felt it.
He walked in. Three faces behind a long mahogany table. The middle one, a woman with sharp glasses and sharper silence, was the head of the department. She gestured to a single chair in the center of the room. It felt like a stage. He had practiced this answer