James, with an air of authority, looked at the papers on the clipboard in his hand while his subordinates beneath the square table watched him unblinkingly, their hearts filled with unease.
He had adapted quickly to the role of Director. After all, having served three years as the Minister of Agriculture, he had some experience; ultimately, it was all about managing people.
After a long while, James's gaze shifted to a woman next to him, whose chilling demeanor was unmistakable. Her auburn hair hung down, covering her right eye and most of her face, and the red scorpion tattoo on her neck was particularly eye-catching.
"The third division's case clearance rate is a bit low this quarter, Alya. Pay attention. You are responsible for various special cases, and mishandling them could bring big trouble to Hope Island."
