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Wolf's Hunger
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Wolf's Hunger
Carrie Jones
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Translated by B. Evergreen
“Wolf's Hunger”
Written By Carrie Jones
Copyright © 2016 Karla M.V.
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Translated by B. Evergreen
Cover Design © 2016 Karla M.V.
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Title Page
Copyright Page
Wolf's Hunger
The end
Lillian stopped in front of the doors of the large building and felt her jaw drop. The building belonged to the Wolfe Enterprises. Lillian has never imagined having a chance to work for a large company since she arrived in the United States to get her Master in Psychology. Not to mention the mega-corporation of the Wolfes, who ran the city, maybe even the state, according to the comments made by all her psychologist colleagues when newspaper news was the topic for lunch.
Three weeks ago, Annette Simpson, her college professor called her to say there was an open position for a graduate in Psychology in the Human Resources area of a company in the Business and Accounting field. Professor Simpson said it was not a bad idea to send her resumé, even though her chances to qualify were minimal, but she should keep her hopes low, as there were many psychologists better prepared than her running for the job. The comment took Lillian by surprise. Considering it came from 'The Battle Axe of the Humanities Department', it was probably the best compliment any student could ever get from Professor Simpson. Hence, Lillian sent her resumé straight away to the address provided.
As weeks passed by, Lillian tried hard not to be upset with the rejection. After all, as The Battle Axe herself had said, there were more capable and experienced professionals than her. Besides, obviously, there was also the inconvenient that she was a woman and foreigner. That’s true she had a diploma from an excellent public Brazilian university, but still gender and xenophobia carried a lot of weight in contract decisions. No matter how good you are, there is always someone better than you.
And for these reasons a job interview, scheduled for Friday afternoon, surprised her so much. However, not as much as finding out for what company the interview was.
Only when someone pushed past her and kept on walking fast through the dark glass doors, Lillian tidied her chestnut brown hair, which fell nearly to her waist, and decided to face the only obstacle between the eminent success and failure in her professional life.
The interview
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Alec Wolfe testily passed his hands through his shoulder height black hair that fell on his face. His eyes, so different, the right ashen the left greenish-blue, gleamed with restlessness.
‘So you are trying to tell me that your useless secretary marked five job interviews with Human Resources on the same day and time of the monthly business meeting with the investors?’ He growled, crude anger in his voice, as he sat in the armchair of his dad’s former office, who passed away five months ago in car accident. The office belonged to him now, as well as half of the company and its debits and credits.
The other half belonged to the woman leaning on the table in the middle of the room. She had the same black hair as Alec, the same milky white skin, but dark blue eyes. His twin sister, Allison, smiled calmly at him, holding between hers the hand of the second in command at the office, a red-haired man with green eyes, almost as tall as Alec, with 6 feet 2.8 inches.
“Alec, you know what happened was not Lucius’ fault, but Margareth’s, who you hired in the first place.