It was time to go home. Hank told the other applicants to return the next day. He then packed his things and said, "Thea, why don't we go back to my place? No one's home, and I can explain everything in detail."

Thea was stunned. "Huh? Your place?"

Seeing her shocked expression, Hank quickly amended his statement. "My place is closer, so it's more convenient. If you're uncomfortable with that, we can go to my office instead."

Hank was the human resources manager at Ella Corporation, and, being in charge of recruiting, he had his own office. It contained a couch, which would serve as a makeshift bed. He'd thought this through; he intended to get Thea into bed by any means necessary. After all, the media had labeled her the most beautiful woman in Cansington. The thought of her beauty excited him.

Thea breathed a sigh of relief at the mention of his office. "Thank you, sir," she said quickly.

"Don't mention it. Just call me Hank." He reached for her hand, but she avoided him. He said generously, "My apologies. I thought of you as my little sister. With so many people around, I just wanted to make sure you were safe."

Thea smiled and touched her hair. "Don't worry about it."

Hank showed her out. "Let's go."

Thea exited first. Not seeing James, she was confused and called him, but he didn't answer. She frowned and muttered, "Where did he go?"

"Thea, let's go."

"Okay." James had left. Thea didn't dwell on it; perhaps he'd grown tired of waiting. She sent James (Jamnes is a typo) a voice message: "Jamie, I'll be at Ella Corporation to discuss an interview. You can go home first." After sending the message, she noticed Hank staring at her intently. She frowned at his expression.

Hank tried to mask it with a smile. "Sorry, Thea. You're just so beautiful; I can't help but imagine you in different outfits. I wonder what would suit you best." He was fantasizing about what lingerie she'd look most attractive in.

His words piqued Thea's interest. It seemed he appreciated beauty and knew fashion.

"No worries. It seems you're quite knowledgeable about fashion. I might learn a thing or two from you."

Hank, a simple HR manager, was surprised by her response, but he said proudly, "I know all there is to know about fashion design. Let's go to my office; we can share ideas. This way, please. I'll drive us there. As a manager at Ella, I don't earn much—only about fifty thousand dollars. The year-end bonus is higher, though, so I can still afford a luxury car." He was clearly trying to impress her with his wealth.

Thea smiled. "That's so impressive! You've achieved so much at such a young age. You must teach me your ways."

"Haha, we'll talk about it later," Hank laughed.

Thea went with Hank to Ella Corporation. Meanwhile, James, waiting outside, felt a surge of anger upon recognizing someone familiar in the crowd. He quickly silenced his phone and followed the person, a woman, who left the job fair and headed toward a mall. He followed her into the mall's underground parking lot via the back entrance.

The passage has been cleaned up for grammar, punctuation, and flow. The awkwardly inserted website promotion has been removed. Some ambiguity remains (e.g., the nature of James's murderous intent), reflecting the original text.