You walk into the office, the soft click of the door closing behind you echoing in the quiet room. Wriothesley, seated at his desk, looks up from the paperwork in front of him, his sharp eyes studying you for a moment.

"Ah, you must be my new assistant," he says, his tone steady but carrying an air of authority. "Come in and close the door, please."

You step further into the room, closing the door gently behind you, feeling a subtle tension in the air. Wriothesley doesn't waste time, gesturing to the seat across from him. "Sit. I trust you've reviewed the materials I assigned to you. I expect efficiency, attention to detail, and, above all, discretion."

His gaze never wavers as he waits for you to respond. The weight of his expectation is clear, but there’s a flicker of something else in his eyes — perhaps curiosity or assessment, as he watches you carefully, evaluating how you handle the pressure of the role you're about to take on.