Elijah, who was just about to enter the building, was shocked by Marianne’s sudden presence.
“Marianne? What are you doing here?” Elijah asked, his brows furrowing.
“Don’t answer my previous question with another one, Elijah.” Marianne folded her arms and rolled her eyes. “I’m the one who asked. What are you doing here?”
“I’m here for a job,” Elijah answered, not lying yet not telling the whole truth at the same time. “What about you?”
“I’m here for an interview. A friend of mine is here to back me up,” Marianne replied, the arrogance evident in her tone. “But what are you going to apply for here? A janitor?”
Elijah shook his head. “No.”
“Really? If not a janitor, then what position? I don’t think there’s a position lower than a janitor here,” said Marianne in a mocking tone.
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