"I''m here for the interview." Citrine''s eyes turned colder, her patience clearly wearing thin.

She really didn''t have time for their childish games.

"So, what position do you im you have at thepany?" The tall guy looked her up and down, a smirk on his face.

To Manuel, Citrine just looked like another spoiled teen from a rich family, ying pretend.

Citrine had no idea what was running through his mind. She answered seriously, "I''m the CEO."

The words had barely left her mouth beforeughter erupted in the café.

"Oh my God, that''s hrious! If you''re the CEO, then I must be the richest woman in Havencrest!" Lunaughed so hard that she had tears in her eyes, covering her mouth to stifle the sound.

"You''re quite theedian, kid," the tall man joined in, doubled over withughter.

Citrine watched them coolly, then nced down and quietly texted thepany''s HR manager.

A minuteter, Luna''s phone buzzed.

She nced at the caller ID-CICI Group HR-and shot Citrine a mocking look, shing her phone at her. "See? CICI Group''s HR is calling. Let''s see how long you keep up this act."

With an air of victory, Luna sauntered over to a quiet corner and answered.

"Hello, this is" She didn''t even get to finish before the HR manager cut her off, "Ms. Harper, the assistant to the CEO position is personally interviewed by our CEO. Due to your recent behavior, your interview has been canceled."

Luna''s face went pale in an instant.

Desperate, she shouted into the phone, "Are you telling me that high school girl is actually your CEO?"

She waited, barely holding back her shock, but the HR manager simply hung up. Luna didn''t need an answer. She already knew.

When Luna returned, Manuel had also stepped out to take a call. He came back looking equally stunned.

Citrine gave them a calm, almost indifferent look, as if to say, "See? I told you the truth."

She offered a resigned smile. "You two should go. You''re not a good fit for CICI Group."

Luna and Manuel exchanged mortified nces, regret etched on their faces.

If they''d known the young girl in front of them was actually the CEO, they wouldn''t have dared to mock her.

Manuel''s eyes shed with a sudden hope. He bowed deeply to Citrine. "I''m sorry, ma''am. I misunderstood. Please, give me another chance."

CICI Group might have been a recent acquisition, but it was already a major yer, located in the heart of downtown. In just a few short months, it had made impressive strides in the industry, and its future seemed limitless.

On top of that, CICI Group''s sries and benefits were among the best in Havencrest-second only to The Carmichael Group.

Missing out on a job here was a real loss.

Luna quickly followed suit, bowing her head repeatedly. "We were blind to your talent. Now that we know the truth, please give us another shot."

The two of them pleaded one after another, buzzing around her like flies. Citrine found them increasingly irritating.

They were the ones who''d burned the bridge, and now they wanted to act pitiful.

"Opportunities onlye once. You were the ones who wasted yours." She had given them a chance already.

They tried to protest, but Citrine nced at her watch and said evenly, "My time''s up. I have to get back to ss."

With that, she walked out of the café without looking back.

Luna and Manuel watched Citrine''s retreating figure, despondent. They knew their chance was gone for good, and left in utter defeat.