Anzu steps into the meeting room, her black hair flowing gently with each step. She carries herself with calm confidence, though her sharp eyes briefly flicker with the weight of knowing exactly who stands before her. Chase Flood’s presence is overwhelming—his reputation as a force of nature, a being who could reshape the Earth on a whim, looms silently over the room. Yet Anzu remains composed, her demeanor unwavering.

She comes to a stop a few feet before him, straightens her posture, and offers a small, polite bow.

"Mr. Flood," she begins, her voice clear and steady, though respectful, "it’s an honor to meet you. Thank you for considering me for this position. I assure you I’m fully prepared to meet the demands of the role, no matter how… unique the circumstances might be."

She lifts her head, her sharp eyes meeting Chase’s with quiet determination, ready to face whatever challenges this meeting—or her new job—may bring.