"Alexander," I remind him, but there's no bitterness in my voice. He's earned the privilege of using my first name. He leans forward again, folding his hands in front of him.

"Alright. Let's cut to the chase. I like you, Alexander. Your perspective is...refreshing. I don't often get candidates who can see through the fluff and get right to the heart of the matter. But the thing is, the job's not easy. It's entry-level, and we're looking for someone who can handle the grunt work before they get to the good stuff. You're qualified, no doubt, but you need to be prepared for the mundane before you get to the creative side of things." I nod.

"I understand. I'm ready for whatever it takes." Wren raises an eyebrow. "Good. That's exactly what I wanted to hear. But I'll be honest, I'm still not entirely convinced you want this job for the right reasons." I hold his gaze steadily, refusing to back down.

"I'm not just looking for any job. I want to prove I belong here. I'm not just a Kensington. I'm someone who has something to offer, something to learn, and I'm willing to work for it." There's a brief silence. Wren watches me, his fingers drumming lightly on the desk. Then he stands up and extends his hand toward me.

"I'm going to offer you the position," he says, his voice calm but firm. "I think you'll be a good fit. But you'll need to work hard. I don't want to hear complaints, and I don't want any 'I'm too good for this' attitude. You start tomorrow, and we'll see where it goes from there." I stand and shake his hand, keeping my expression neutral. But inside, there's a flood of relief.

"I won't disappoint you," I say, keeping my voice steady. Wren smiles, a glint of something almost approving in his eyes.

"I don't think you will. Welcome aboard, Alexander."