The Third POV

The atmosphere in the conference room was tense. Papers were neatly stacked on the table, untouched coffee sat cooling in the corner, and no one spoke as Beta Cass walked in.

His presence shifted the air immediately. Calm, composed, but with a quiet authority that made the interviewers sit a little straighter. Amanda, seated at the far end of the table, narrowed her eyes and leaned back in her chair, already defensive.

Cass didn't waste time. “How’s the interview process ...