TimeNovelChapter 211 Chapter 211: He swallowed hard, his forehead damp with sweat. Balling his hands into fists, he forced himself forward and stepped inside.
Outside the interview room, Rachel stood perfectly still, arms crossed tightly. Her heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst.
Ten seconds, twenty seconds. Each moment dragged on unbearably.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA full minute passed.
Then, without warning, the door flew open, and Jeffrey stumbled backward as he was shoved out.
Several people stood in the doorway, their expressions twisted in disdain.
One of them scoffed, "The audacity. Someone like him applying here?" Another snorted, "What, you think we're idiots?" "Get lost. Don't cback." Jeffrey bit down on his lip, his eyes brimming with unshed tears.
Yet, he stayed silent, swallowing his pain without a single word of protest.
Rachel rushed to him, wrapping her arms around him in a fierce embrace. "Don't be scared, Jeffrey. I'm right here." Her voice was soft but unwavering.
Seeing him like this shattered her. She had known the first interview would be brutal-brutal beyond words.
But she couldn't afford to back down now.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIf Jeffrey never learned to stand on his own, who would take care of him when she was gone? Maybe Brian would do that for a while-three years, maybe five-but only Jeffrey could be there for himself for a lifetime.
At€$† ¢нAptεrš ¡и glovel.☐om He had to learn, no matter how harsh the world was, she had to push forward.
Inside the room, the interviewer leaned back in his chair and spoke to HR with a dismissive wave. "From now on, make it clear in all job postings-no hiring of the mentally or physically disabled." Rachel had always believed in walking away, in avoiding unnecessary fights. But after being humiliated again and again-mocked, dismissed-she couldn't hold it in any longer.
Rachel's grip on Jeffrey's arm tightened as she confronted the interviewer, her voice steady but charged with intensity. "My brother may be introverted, but that does not diminish his worth or capabilities. He is not the disabled person you've decided to label him as. His reactions might be slower, but that doesn't make him less intelligent or capable.
You're free to reject him for any reason, once or a hundred times; that's your prerogative. But I will not tolerate the way you've demeaned him, nor will I let you dehumanize him with your cruel assumptions."
The room was heavy with silence, all eyes now fixed on the confrontation. The interviewer was momentarily stunned by Rachel's fiery retort, his face flushing with indignation. Yet, rather than acknowledging his error, his arrogance only intensified.
With a mocking flourish, he clapped his hands, signaling to the crowd of onlookers. "Come, come! Everyone, gather around! See this for om yourselves. Here's a woman who insists on dragging her disabled brother into an interview, demanding that I hire him simply because of her insistence. Isn't it absurd?" He sneered, his finger jabbing accusingly toward Rachel.
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