His Eagle Eyes on Me

"Wait for me outside," Ivy said to Archer.

The receptionist was taken aback. "You two are together?"

"Yes. He's my friend, and he accompanied me here," Ivy said.

"So, you're here for an interview?" His attitude suddenly became more enthusiastic. "Come in first. Let me check if the hiring manager is available."

"Sure," Ivy said and gave Archer a signal, asking him to leave.

However, the receptionist generously invited him inside as well. "Your friend can also come in and sit. There are no seats outside!"

And so, Archer followed Ivy into Night Technologies.

The receptionist poured a glass of water for each of them, then went to call the hiring manager.

Unfortunately, the hiring manager did not pick up the phone.

"Our manager isn't in the office," the receptionist said apologetically.

"He's not in the office? Is he out looking for new employees?" Ivy asked.

The receptionist nodded. "Yes, he went outside to recruit people."

"I guess there aren't many people who proactively come to the company like I do," Ivy said.

"Exactly! After all, you didn't even submit a resume; you came straight to the company. Did you bring your resume? If you did, I can pass it to our boss when he returns."

"I didn't... Do you have a printer here? I can print a copy now."

The receptionist immediately found her a workstation to use.

"Thank you!" Ivy said.

"You're welcome. So, what position are you interested in applying for?" the receptionist had some free time, so he stood beside Ivy and chatted with her. "What positions do your company have available?"

"Technical positions."

Ivy blushed in embarrassment. "I didn't study computer science."

"Then you can only do minor jobs. Our company might need a cleaner, but I'm sure you wouldn't want to do that," the receptionist said.

Archer instantly lost his patience after hearing this. Feeling insulted, he said, "Ivy, let's go!"

"How can the dignified daughter of

Elliot Foster end up working as a cleaner in this small company? It's ridiculous!" he thought. "Ivy might actually agree to it if I don't stop her

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The receptionist glanced at Archer and added, "Actually, our boss might need an assistant. Someone who can remind him to sleep at night, wake him up in the morning, and remind him to eat, among other things. He lacks discipline, you see."

Archer furrowed his brows. "Assistant? What you're saying sounds more like what a wife does. Our little Ivy can't do that!"

Ivy wanted Archer to calm down and felt that he might have misunderstood the receptionist's words.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Just then, someone walked into the company's entrance, and the receptionist was the first to notice it.

Seeing who it was, he immediately went over to greet him. "Mr. Woods, there's a woman here who wants to apply for a job, but it seems she doesn't know how to do anything."

Sitting on a chair, Ivy studied the familiar features on Lucas's face; her cheeks flushed, and her heart started to race.

Lucas had not changed much from three years ago.

He was still slender and tall. His hair was ruffled, and he was wearing a loose t-shirt and a pair of worn-out jeans, paired with slippers. The only change Ivy noticed was that he looked more mature.

Just as she studied him, he turned his attention to Ivy, with the same cool look in his eyes that Ivy remembered from three years ago. She chuckled and Lucas walked over to her. "What are you laughing at?"

Ivy stopped smiling and stood up before handing Lucas her resume. "Please take a look at my resume, Sir!"