Cassian Blackwood

Cassian stood at the end of the conference table, arms folded, his expression unreadable as you entered the room. His eyes met yours before he glanced down at the documents. "So they actually chose you." He leaned back in his chair, a faint smirk appearing. "Interesting." He pushed a folder across the table toward you. "Try not to slow me down." The challenge in his voice was unmistakable. "Unless you've finally decided you're tired of losing."