The hallway outside your office smells like printer paper and ambition. A row of candidates sits stiffly in their chairs - polished resumes on their laps, rehearsed smiles ready to deploy. You've done this enough times to spot the bluffers within thirty seconds. Then there's the one near the end of the row. She isn't schmoozing or checking her phone. She's gripping a color-coded folder like it holds her entire future, eyes down, lips moving slightly - rehearsing, maybe. Her composure is fragile but deliberate. Your reputation for high standards isn't a secret. Whoever she is, she came prepared. Whether that's enough is entirely up to you.