âYou must be the intern who's been added recently! You're extremely lucky!â a girl strangely exclaimed as she bit her pen cap.
âHello, my name is Ruka Singed,â the lucky girl introduced herself politely.
âMia Murillo,â said the girl who had just spoken.
âHello, my name is Caspian Gibbons,â a dashing young man said.
âI'm Michelle Johnson.â
âTheodore Quintana.â
The other two interns did not look pleasant; after all, having another intern increased their chances of being fired. As a result, they were clearly hesitant to welcome any more additions.
This was a silent but heated competition for a spot at the Translation Department.
WS Subsequently, another man and woman appeared; the man was chubby while the girl was arrogant as if she was born superior.
Inara Clarkson was her name and she was said to have the most powerful background of any intern. She was the third generation of government officialsâ descendants, so she had a better chance of staying than anyone else here; nobody in the room was her opponent Ruka paid close attention to her because the two girls on the opposite side lowered their heads, whispered, and looked at Inara with envy as soon as she arrived.
âSo, you're the one who cut in line, huh?â Inara asked, her eyes widening with disgust.
The ones who did not adore Ruka in the first place turned to look at her as soon as these words were spoken. Only Caspian and the chubby guy seemed friendly while the other four interns saw her as a threat.
Rukaâs face flushed and she remained silent for a few moments.
âThis is unfair. We are selected from thousands of applicants, yet you can just enter through connections. You should feel ashamed to be here!â Inara sneered, wishing Ruka would withdraw and leave.