The whole morning went by. Bella interviewed ten or so candidates, but their performance could not satisfy her.

A few of them did not stand out in their resumes. A few spoke too boastfully, constantly interrupting Bella's questions, and gave their own speeches.

Still, all the candidates, without exception, were attracted to the president. Their eyes were fixed on the president, wanting to see how the flesh in the suit was sexy and charming, wanting to know what the mysterious face under the mask looked like.

Bella followed the interviewees' fascinated gaze and glanced at the president, who was wearing a shirt almost bursting with his firm muscles.

Bella shook...