The meeting room felt heavy with tension. Zinnia, Ricardo, and Marcos sat across from a group of new recruits. The silence was thick, and the unease hung in the air. Marcos, noticing the nervousness, decided to break the ice.
"Alright," he began, his eyes scanning the group. "Let's hear your concerns."
A young woman, clearly anxious, glanced around before speaking. "We heard there's a new project—a movie," she said, hesitating. "And... there will be auditions for some roles." She paused, her gaze darting toward Zinnia. "But we were told that she already has a key role, even though she just joined."
Some of the recruits nodded, murmuring in agreement. The room stirred with whispers. Zinnia stayed silent, her expression calm but watchful. Beside her, Ricardo raised an eyebrow, looking more intrigued than concerned.
Marcos leaned forward, placing his hands on the table. "Who told you that?" His tone was steady, but there was a sharp edge to it.
