Westfield’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “We’ll address that shortly. I think everyone would benefit from some clarity on your qualifications for this assessment.”

From the corner of the room, Lieutenant Ezra Rivera studied Selena with growing intensity. At 28, Rivera was the newest addition to the intelligence team, having transferred from field operations just three months earlier. Something about Morrison tugged at his memory—a story perhaps, or a briefing from his deployment. He unconsciously touched a small scar on his forearm, a souvenir from his time overseas.

“Let’s continue with a personnel credential review before proceeding,” Westfield announced, his gaze fixed on Selena with barely disguised anticipation. “Full transparency ensures we all understand the experience basis for strategic recommendations.”

As officers shuffled into position for the impromptu review, Selena caught Rivera’s eye. The younger officer looked away quickly, but not before she registered the spark of recognition forming in his expression.