Mr. Robert, the man in the purple shirt, returned to the reception hall. His look of satisfaction was now overlaid with an air of complete authority.
He addressed the applicants, his voice cutting through the remaining tension. "Listen up. The organization you are applying to is known, while previously unofficially is now official". With this his smile widened.
Hearing his words and his facial expression, anyone could guess that it was this piece of news that got him excited.
"Is known as the Apex Doctrine". He let the name sink in. "We are pioneers, not people waiting to retire. We are funded by private money, which means we cannot afford mediocrity."
Mr. Robert gestured around the spacious ground floor— the reception area— then toward the stairs.
"The second floor is our operational command center. The third floor is where we live and eat. Every part of this building is set up for efficiency, and we expect the same dedication from you".
