MARKUS SANDATA

Chapter 18 - The Initial Interview

Days later, I had decided to go to Eton Centris using a Toyota car to kill a person named Lorenz Hernandez. The person, by the way, had nothing to do with me. Sergio just wanted this man dead for no good reason at all; he could kill anyone so easily just like squashing an ant.

 When I was in Eton Centris, I parked my car at the parking lot of Asterisk, and then their security guard asked me as I stood outside of the car, "Good morning, sir. Hey--are you...?" He was staring at me like he had seen a ghost.

I quickly knocked him out with my fist and threw him inside of my car...and before I closed the door, I stole his black Panda ballpen from his uniform.

I went to the entrance, and then I approached a beautiful lady at the front desk, "Hi, do you know where I can find Mister Lorenz Hernandez?"

"Mister Hernandez? He is currently interviewing applicants." She simply said. "Are you an applicant, sir?" She added to me.

I wasn't looking at her as I spoke, "Y--yes."

"Go to the recruitment hub, sir."

"Thanks!"

I walked out of the building, and headed to the recruitment hub. I entered with a balisong and a 9mm inside of my body bag; luckily, the security guard didn't inspect me. Instead, he showed me the front desk where I could have an applicant form. So I decided to grab one and sat on a chair.

So I filled it up, but I used a different name. I used Larry Garcia's first name, and Jose Velarde's last name, and then I just invented an address and my birthdate. I even checked the box where it was asking me if I graduated in college, and that I had a call center experience before. At the source of application part, I just put Lorenz Hernandez's name without even thinking what it would happen if I put his name on it. Much later, I was trying so hard not to laugh while I was passing my applicant form at the front desk.

Meanwhile, a random guy spoke to me while I was heading back to my chair, "Hello, sir!"

"Hey." I simply said, trying so hard not to have a conversation with him.

"Where do you live, sir?" He smiled at me.

"Cavite." I just gave him my dream city.

"Hmm, that's so far. Well, I'm from Ortigas." I just nodded. "What's your name?" He continued.

"Larry Velarde."

"I'm Florence Florante...is this your first time?"

"Uhh, no..."

"Same. Where are you from?"

"I just told you."

"No...no...I mean, what was your last BPO Company?"

"I--I forgot."

"You forgot?" He chuckled.

"It was like--three years ago, okay?"

He smirked, "Okay."

Suddenly, a lady interviewer called his attention, "Florence Florante?"

"That is me! I'm coming." Before he stood up, he glanced at me, "Don't be afraid, it will be easier than you think! Just relax, Larry. Good luck!" I just nodded, and waited for Lorenz Hernandez to show up, even though I had no idea what he would look like.

An hour later, too many applicants were entering the building; so I was trying my best to look unfriendly as possible so no one would dare to talk to me so no one would identify me as the most wanted man in Quezon City.

"WHO IS LARRY VELARDE?!" Suddenly, a person from the initial interview room yelled at everyone while waving a piece of paper. At first, I wasn't aware that he was calling me. "I said...WHO IS LARRY VELARDE?! IS HE STILL HERE?!" He continued. I glanced at him, and then I raised my hand while staring at his shoes. "You?! Come here!" He angrily yelled at me.