"Now, let's get this over with," I said coldly, gesturing for her to sit. "You have five minutes to convince me why I should let you stay after the stuns you pulled."
Rachel's confidence wavered as she sat stiffly in the chair, her eyes darting nervously around the room. "I... I have managed some of my parents' businesses; they aren’t big, but I have learned how to organize schedules, handle logistics, and-”
"I know your qualifications, Rachel," I cut her off sharply. "This isn't about whether you're capable of doing the job. This is about whether I can trust you to do it without overstepping or causing problems. Your behavior so far doesn’t inspire confidence."
Her face fell, and for a moment, I thought she might actually apologize, but instead, she squared her shoulders and looked me
