Meanwhile, at the entrance of the Pierson Corporation...
"What do you mean, I need an access card?" Allen gasped in dismay. "I’m here for a job interview!"
The guard at the entrance sighed for the umpteenth time. "Sir, if you’re here for a job interview, you have to at least provide a confirmation that you received it. If you don’t have the access card, then the email will work. Just show it to us, and we’ll let you in."
"Nonsense!" Allen gasped again. "What if I don’t have it?! My boss—I mean, my friend—is already inside without it!"
"Sir, we’ve been here for several minutes now. If you don’t have anything, then I’m sorry, but you can’t get in," the security guard said, sounding increasingly annoyed. He had been going in circles with Allen for far too long.
Allen had been asked to step aside so as not to cause congestion at the entrance. However, despite being inside, it seemed Allen didn’t understand the situation.
"Sir, I’ll explain this one more time," the security guard grunted. "Even if I let you pass, you still won’t get past those gates. Besides, I’m just doing my job here. If I let you in, I could get into trouble. Worse, I might get suspended or terminated. This is the Pierson Corporation. Don’t treat it like any other company you can walk into whenever you want!"
The corners of Allen’s mouth turned down, feeling helpless. Employees were walking in and out without being stopped—only him. But then again, Allen didn’t have an ID or anything like that.
"It wasn’t like this six years ago..." he muttered to himself, but the security guard heard him.
"Sir, the company policies and rules changed drastically when the new CEO took over," the guard explained. "We don’t accept walk-in interviews anymore. Isn’t that the same at the company you came from? There’s an initial virtual interview, and once you pass that, you can come in for the next interview."
It wasn’t like Allen wasn’t aware that this rule existed in other companies. Even Global Prime Logistics followed this setup. However, most companies still allow walk-ins, especially for early birds. It was still early—very early.
"Sir, if you understand what I’m saying, please leave. I have work to do, and you’re preventing me from doing it."
Allen scrunched up his nose at the security guard. ’What is he saying? I’ve been here for minutes, and all I’ve seen them do so far is idle around and watch people go in and out.’
Despite the sarcasm in his heart, Allen felt defeated.
"You should go now, sir," the security guard urged. "Come back when you’ve passed the online interview."
"If he can," another bodyguard dropped a side comment.
"What?" Allen furrowed his brows, only to see that a few of the security guards who had been listening were giving him a ridiculing look. "Uh... what did you say?"
"Sir, just leave and stop causing trouble," one of the bodyguards mocked. "We’re not saying you’re not capable enough, but from what we’ve heard so far, it’s clear you’re a little slow."
DING!
[From: Sir Atlas
I’ll pick you up.]
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