Yolanda Taylor slept until after eight o’clock, and when she opened her eyes, Gwen Fox was standing in front of the window, the curtains pulled back a good portion of the way, except that he was standing just in front of the sunlight that was supposed to be shining down on her, and the sunlight was blocked from blinding her as much as it should have been.
“Awake?”
Seeing him awake, Gwen Fox pulled the curtains all the way back.
It hadn’t been a very good day either; the clouds were blocking the sunlight and the light wasn’t very bright.
Yolanda Taylor got out of bed and was stunned for a moment when she saw breakfast sitting on the table.
Only too quickly, she reacted and turned into the bathroom.
She had about a dozen interviews scheduled for today, and after breakfast she went back over to the store.
Gwen Fox had gone back with her, and she didn’t care where he was anymore.
She couldn’t resist him, she couldn’t escape, it was like a nightmare from last night, no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t get it out of her head completely.
The second floor was basically done with the renovations, leaving only the first floor.
Yolanda Taylor entered the office and he followed.
She put down her laptop and looked back at him, “I have to interview people later.”
“I can gate check for you.”
She looked at him for a moment, “Suit yourself.”
It wasn’t even nine o’clock and there were already a number of people coming in with resumes.
Gwen Fox’s air of superiority was too obvious, several people subconsciously looked at him as soon as they came in, “Hello, may I ask if you’re today’s interviewer?”
“No, my wife is.”
Hearing his words, Yolanda Taylor couldn’t help but frown.
She thought Gwen Fox was doing it on purpose, but when she looked up, the expression on his face was a little cold and serious.
“Hello, I’m here for an interview …”
Hearing the interviewer’s voice, Yolanda Taylor had to withdraw her eyes, “Hello, I’m Yolanda Taylor, you can call me Miss Taylor.”
She was hiring fifteen people, and seventeen people came in for interviews this morning, from nine o’clock until eleven forty-five minutes past noon.
By the time it was over, Yolanda Taylor’s throat was a little dry.
She was about to take a sip of water when there was a cup of grapefruit tea in front of her.
It was hot.
Yolanda Taylor looked up at Gwen Fox, “Don’t you have a high speed train after three?”
“There’s no rush, and I can still have lunch with you.”
She didn’t respond to his comment and pushed the resumes of the seventeen people who had come in for interviews today in front of his eyes, “I thought you said gatekeepers? Which ones do you think are available and which ones aren’t?”
Gwen Fox had been watching her the whole time she’d been interviewing just now, and several times she’d almost accidentally asked the wrong question.
She’d wanted to kick him out, but the interviewees were basically already waiting outside, so in the end she had to let him sit there.
Gwen Fox raised her hand and picked them out, finally choosing six people out, “You are not a big company, it is more important to do practical things, these few, have good education, and are more sincere when answering your questions, no speculation, and their credits sound good.”
Basically, they were the people she wanted, but there were two people she wanted to recruit, and she couldn’t understand why Gwen Fox didn’t want them.
She pulled out the resumes of those two, “Why didn’t you want these two?”
“Too many minds.”
He didn’t say much, except that his face was cold when he said it.
These two men, who had been staring at Yolanda Taylor, and looking at the resumes simply wouldn’t make it long.
Of course, Gwen Fox wouldn’t say any of those things.
It was rare for her to listen to him, and he was still trying to keep the peace of the day going.
Yolanda Taylor gave him a look, “Uh-huh.”
After lunch, Gwen Fox finally left.
She had twenty more interviewees for the afternoon, and Yolanda Taylor felt that with this situation, she might have to interview people for the next two days.
Gwen Fox had just arrived at the Highline Station when the information he’d asked Lewis to look into last night had arrived on his cell phone.
He downloaded the e-mail and clicked on the information to read it.
It had been twenty-four years since the incident, and it was hard to investigate and collect evidence.
Plus the place where that family lived back then was poor and remote, and there were no neighbors around, otherwise Yolanda Taylor wouldn’t have been abused so badly.
However, that family had several sons, all older than Yolanda Taylor.
When Yolanda Taylor arrived at their home, the family’s oldest son was already more than seven years old, the age of remembering.
Lewis spent some money and he told the story of what happened back then.
Yolanda Taylor was really badly abused. She did not have enough food to eat or a bed to sleep in, and she had to get up at six o’clock in the morning to boil water for them to wash their faces, and if she was late, she would definitely be beaten.
During those six months, Yolanda Taylor was beaten and suffered from fever for more than three days because she secretly ate half a bowl of overnight meal, and she survived those three days on her own.
She was also beaten for getting up late or for not washing her clothes properly, and she doesn’t even remember how many times her parents beat Yolanda Taylor, but at most they beat her five or six times a day, and at least two or three times a day.
There are no photographs, only these verbal investigations.
There are some photos of where Yolanda Taylor lived back then, I heard the house was rebuilt, but you can still see the grass and trees everywhere, even though it’s now, that house is still in bad shape.
Gwen Fox didn’t finish it, he couldn’t finish it.
Three year olds are just getting the hang of things, right?
Yolanda Taylor was only three, and she’d been abused and slaved away like an adult for over six months.
He didn’t dare think about it, and he couldn’t.
Thinking about it made him want to kill someone.
The radio alerted for ticket check, and Gwen Fox exited the cell phone interface and called Lewis.
Lewis answered quickly, “President Fox?”
“It’s me.”
He answered, “So the family has three sons?”
Lewis responded as soon as he heard, “Yes, but the three sons are not very promising, the eldest and the second son dropped out of junior high school, and now there is not much proper occupation, the youngest son studied in a junior college, and just graduated this year, and also did not find a job.”
“Then let them be a little more unproductive.”
He said, and simply hung up the phone.
Lewis stiffened for a moment, remembering the sentence Gwen Fox had just said, only to feel his heart flutter.
After hanging up the phone, Gwen Fox just happened to enter the station.
But he wanted to smoke, however, he couldn’t smoke on the high speed train, so he had to sit on the chair and close his eyes to fake sleep.
“Handsome man, where are you going?” The woman beside him made a move to pull him, he opened his eyes and looked at the other person coldly: “Don’t touch me.”
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean it!”
The woman raised an eyebrow and looked at him thinking about how to ask for contact information, but she didn’t want the man to snort out a laugh all of a sudden, “I advise you to take back your little mind, you can’t even compare to a single hair on my wife’s head.”
“You, you’re crazy!” No woman could survive such an insult, the woman tried to get Gwen Fox to apologize, but she inclined her head and the man stood up and walked over to stand there in the far aisle.
The woman looked at him, her face white with anger.