Standing in front of the interview location, Grace Lincoln could be certain of one thing: this was definitely not a crematorium...

A towering office building over 200 meters high stood in the heart of the city’s third ring, its all-glass exterior gleaming in the sunlight. The interview address didn’t specify a floor, which meant the entire 50-story building belonged to the Bureau of the Underworld Affairs.

With a slightly nervous feeling, Grace Lincoln walked into the unmarked building. The spacious lobby on the first floor even had a café and a fountain, just like a hotel layout. But aside from a security guard in the center of the lobby, there wasn’t another living soul to be found. Even though it was daytime, the building felt chillingly cold.

For the interview, Grace Lincoln had specially changed into a fitted blazer and pencil skirt, along with black high heels. Already 170 cm tall, with the addition of 7 cm stilettos, hardly any men dared to stand next to her on the way here—talk about feeling inferior...

Dressed in a mature office-lady style, Grace Lincoln’s face looked less youthful, and her twin ponytails had been replaced by straight hair falling over her shoulders, making her look especially striking.

“Hello, I’m here for the interview, my name is…” Grace Lincoln had barely started speaking to the security guard when she was interrupted.

“Take the elevator on the right to the 14th floor.” The security guard, who looked to be in his forties, said coldly, not even glancing up.

“Thank you.” Grace Lincoln replied awkwardly.

The number 14 brought back memories of that night. If it weren’t daytime, she probably would have turned and run away.

Nervously, she took the elevator to the 14th floor. This time, she was finally greeted not by a flickering, dim lightbulb, but by a regular office area—or rather, a bustling one. Everywhere she looked, busy office workers hurried about, phones rang constantly, and mail carts delivered letters and new assignments to every cubicle. Everyone was so efficient, all to avoid working overtime tonight, and to avoid getting fired.

The office environment was so good that even compared to the headquarters of well-known companies, it was just as impressive. There really weren’t many companies in the country with such a great workspace. Standing at the elevator entrance, Grace Lincoln couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re here for the interview, right? Please come this way.” A beautiful receptionist greeted her proactively.

Grace Lincoln was led into an office with a stunning 270-degree street view and sat down in front of the boss’s desk.

“Please have a seat. The HR manager in charge of the interview is tied up for a moment and will be here soon. Would you like something to drink?” The receptionist’s politeness reflected the company’s quality—and her own generous salary.

“No need, thank you. I’ll just wait here for a bit.” Grace Lincoln felt a little embarrassed.

“All right, I’ll get back to work then. If you need anything, just call me at the front desk.” The receptionist smiled and left, closing the door behind her.

Grace Lincoln let out a deep sigh and carefully took her resume and internship certificates out of her briefcase. She had to admit she was already falling in love with this place. How many overseas students weren’t dreaming of coming back to such a bright, sunny office?

Bored, Grace Lincoln stood up and began to look around the office. Her psychology teacher had taught that you could understand an owner’s personality—and even their life philosophy—by observing their office setup.

From the complex yet orderly arrangement on the desk, it was clear the office owner was meticulous, maybe even a bit of a neat freak—a perfectionist who demanded flawlessness in everything.

But the books on the shelf, sorted by category, showed a love for new knowledge. Wait, why were all the books “Night Parade of One Hundred Demons,” “Investiture of the Gods,” “Classic of Mountains and Seas,” and even “Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio”?

Unconsciously, Grace Lincoln had already picked up one to read. She couldn’t imagine the owner of such a modern office being so interested in mythological and ghost stories.

“Do you always like to take other people’s things without asking?” A voice suddenly came from behind, startling Grace Lincoln.

She turned around and couldn’t believe her eyes. “Uncle Jason Grant the pervert?”

“I’m only 26. Calling me ‘uncle’—are you trying to insult me?” Jason Grant, a lollipop in his mouth, walked over to the boss’s desk as he spoke. “You’re the newbie here for the interview, right?”

“You’re the HR manager here?” Grace Lincoln now just wanted to poison her psychology teacher with arsenic, because nothing she’d said was accurate. Someone like Jason Grant, a total rascal, should have an office that looked like a garbage dump, not this.

“We’ve only been apart for three days and we meet again. Looks like we’re fated to cross paths.” Jason Grant sat down seriously in the boss’s chair and picked up Grace Lincoln’s resume from the desk. “Not bad—a graduate from a top French university, English and French proficiency high enough to be a translator, and experience interning at a major corporate headquarters? Wow, you even have French and English resumes. Are you a straight-A student?”

“It’s all right, I just happened to get full scholarships.” Grace Lincoln sat back down. She knew she should act modest in an interview, but facing a rascal like Jason Grant, she couldn’t help but sit up straight.