Dean Sanchez led Miss Claire through the grand entrance of the private viewing room. The air in this exclusive space was different from the bustling stadium outside.
There was a quiet hum of important conversations, mixed with the soft clinking of glasses and the occasional rustle of expensive fabrics.
The room was filled with polished, well-dressed individuals, most of them representing agencies, tech companies, or sponsors looking to back the next generation of heroes.
Along with them were a few prominent alumni—some of SHU's most accomplished heroes—sitting in comfortable, plush chairs as they watched the candidates below with sharp, discerning eyes.
The seating area that Dean Sanchez had arranged for Miss Claire was a cut above the rest. It was positioned near the wide, floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the stadium, offering a perfect view of the field.
