The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 86



Chapter 86

The Audit Department's swanky digs on the top floor were all set up, with Wyatt having already moved

in. Every day, new job seekers were coming in to interview, some with master's degrees, others with

PhDs, all with strong education backgrounds.

Cordelia took her bilingual resume and paid Wyatt's office a visit.

Wyatt was now forty-something. He was a friendly and humble guy with some serious language skills,

so he and Cordelia had no trouble communicating.

"Ms. Haselwood, you can submit your resume directly to the HR department. I'm still new here and

don't know the staff all that well." Wyatt said.

"To be honest with you, Mr. Wyatt, I've already submitted my resume, but the HR department bounced

it back. But I really want to work in auditing. I was a top graduate at school, got scholarships every

year, passed three CPA exams, and am currently working in the Finance Department. Just have a look

at my resume." Cordelia said while exuding a cool and collected aura.

Wyatt gave her a nod and started perusing her resume. Cordelia was one of the few people who had

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"Ms. Haselwood, do you speak German?" Wyatt asked Cordelia.

"Oh, no, I don't."

"Then your resume..."

"My husband translated it for me." Cordelia reluctantly answered, careful not to mention Ronan's name

to avoid any misunderstandings.

"You're married?"

"Yes, just recently."

"So when are you guys planning to have children? I know it's a sensitive question. Sorry, Ms.

Haselwood. I don't mean to offend, but it's important for the job interview." Wyatt said with a shrug.

Cordelia got it.

Women often get asked this question during job interviews.

Wyatt had already said that it was a necessary question for the job interview, so Cordelia didn't feel

uncomfortable. She simply answered. "I probably won't have any plans to have children in the next five

years."

Considering Barney looked pretty fit, it would be no biggie for him to live another five years. If she were

to have children, she'd probably have to wait until after divorcing Ronan and finding a new boyfriend.

That was way too far off. She probably wouldn't have kids within the next ten years.

Wyatt thought for a moment. "Alright, Ms. Haselwood, come for a written test on Friday, and I'll keep

your resume."

Cordelia was thrilled. She was right in guessing that the higher-ups were easier to deal with than the

grunts.

She didn't let Ronan know about her applying to Wyatt. On one hand, she didn't want to use his

connections; on the other hand, she didn't want him to interfere.

Just as Cordelia was applying to Wyatt, Jordan was preparing a transfer request form for Ronan to

sign, applying for Cordelia to be sent to Lumos Plaza as a field accountant and team leader.

Ronan frowned at the form. "You want to send her to the field office?"

"Yes, I just didn't want to make the decision myself in case it would affect the two of you meeting."

Jordan said, trying to kiss up to his boss.

"We barely see each other at the company anyway." Ronan leaned back in his chair.

"What?" Jordan didn't catch that.

"You go talk to her about it. I have no objections." Ronan handed the form back to Jordan.

When Jordan returned to his office, he gave Cordelia the task of going to work at Lumos Plaza for a

month.

"But I just submitted an application to the Audit Department"

"Don't worry, it would be great if you could go to the Audit Department. But even if you can't, being sent

out to work for a month is a good opportunity, you could get a promotion when you come back to the

Finance Department. Even if you went to the Audit Department, you'd just be an assistant." Jordan

whispered to Cordelia, sounding like he really wanted her to stay.

But what he really wanted was for Cordelia to stay in the Finance Department and not go to the Audit

Department.


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