"Ha! What a coincidence!"
Henry Wright strode over, his laugh carrying a peculiar air of Eternal Polarity.
"You're not here for the interview too, are you? Let me think, with your lack of education, what kind of position could you possibly be applying for?"
With that, he picked up a piece of paper and pretended to look it over.
"Oh, right. Must be a factory security guard!"
He pointed at a spot on the paper and shouted exaggeratedly.
In an instant, everyone in the corridor turned to look, and many glanced at Charlie Thompson with a hint of disdain.
In the eyes of these white-collar workers, being a security guard is indeed a lowly job, only taken by those with little education, nowhere near their cultural level.
I frowned, thinking to myself that this guy was as annoying as ever.
However, I couldn't be bothered to respond.
This irritating type, I would just kick out on the spot later; I didn't want such a scumbag in my company.
