Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

Blanca Roach’s studio has resumed normal opening, because of the previous net storm, the studio lost a group of designers, these days Isabel and she has been busy with the recruitment of things. Her studio is also a little famous, after all, it has been on several hot searches, black and red is also red, so there are really a lot of people who come to apply for jobs.

Blanca Roach and Isabel finally selected a group of excellent designers among the applicants, and the next step was an interview.

Isabel thought that Blanca Roach was pregnant and heavy, so it would be better to leave these trivial things to her, but Blanca Roach still thought it would be more appropriate for her to go there in person.

So at nine o’clock in the morning, Blanca Roach arrived at the studio.

As she made her way over, she noticed a number of people sizing her up, with probing, impatient eyes.

Blanca Roach didn’t think much of it, just ignored it and walked straight into the studio.

Just as she entered, she saw a heavily made-up, finely dressed, gorgeous-looking woman surrounded by three or four girls her age, one of whom was coaxing her into smiling.

Blanca Roach only took one look and withdrew her eyes.

She was just about to enter the office when a voice suddenly came from behind her.

“You, stop right there!”

Blanca Roach turned around, and the person who spoke was none other than the starry-eyed girl.

She raised an eyebrow, a little puzzled, pointed at herself and asked, “You’re calling me?”

The pretty girl looked haughty and gave Blanca Roach a disdainful look up and down.

Blanca Roach was not unfamiliar with such a look, and immediately curbed the smile on her face.

“The call is for you.” The pretty girl took two steps forward, her feet stepping on a pair of six-centimeter thin heels, each step making a crisp ringing sound.

She walked up to Blanca Roach and walked slowly around her.

Finally she stopped in front of Blanca Roach, wrapped her arms around her body and gave a mocking smile, “You’re here for the interview too?”

It turned out that she was the one who took her for an interview.

Blanca Roach gently hooked her lips, she had two choices now, one was to just dump her job card right now and show her who she really was. One was to pretend to be the interviewer, play along with the woman in front of her, and then end up hitting her hard in the face.

She thinks she prefers the second option.

The smile in Blanca Roach’s eyes was mixed with a bit of teasing. Although she wore flat shoes today and was a bit shorter than the woman, she did not lose her in aura, but had a vague tendency to overpower her.

“Look at your belly for four or five months, why are you still out looking for work? Does your husband have no money to support you?”

The woman sneered, and the four girls who were holding her up before followed suit and ridiculed Blanca Roach.

“You’re not that old, how come you’re pregnant? Are you married?”

“That’s not a good thing to say, people must be married, otherwise the child will be born without a birth certificate?”

“I’m sorry sister, I’m speaking out of turn, can I ask you what your husband does for a living?”

Blanca Roach’s gaze swept over the faces of the five girls in front of her, none of whose expressions were anything other than excited and leaping as well as superior.

She sneered, then answered their questions with an open gaze and a light tone: “Yes, I’m married, and my husband is just a small businessman.”

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As soon as the girls heard Blanca Roach’s answer, they immediately gained more disdain.

One of the girls pointed to the pretty girl and said, “Do you know who she is? She is a graduate from the top design school in F. Her graduation work has won international acclaim and she has been signed by many first-tier brands.”

The pretty girl was smiling, enjoying the attention she was getting from the others. She gave a satisfied look at the girl who was talking, and then her eyes fell on Blanca Roach.

She expected Blanca Roach to show envy or admiration or jealousy like the others.

But no, there was nothing.

Blanca Roach’s expression was always light, as if no emotion could be seen from her face.