Selene’s POV:

Brian ushered me to my desk with all the fawning grace of a hotel concierge, sliding over a stack of proofs, his voice low and rock-solid. "Selene, you're not ordinary. I saw those sketches yesterday afternoon—the lines, the colors, pure talent. Thompson needs people like you. Probation? Forget it. As long as you want it, you'll stick around here. Hell... even faster." His eyes bored into mine, laced with this weird certainty, like he was handing me a promise on a silver ...