Cillian Forrest had gone through these lists one by one. He did his best to cast aside all emotion and approach the matter with the utmost rationality, selecting suitable candidates to be matched with Sophie Wexler.
Despite that, looking at the people in the files now, he still felt that not a single one of them was a match for Sophie Wexler.
He was being incredibly picky. If these few weren't already the cream of the crop, he would have wanted to discard them all.
Sophie Wexler stared blankly at the pile of files before her. 'Is this any different from picking out cabbages at a market?'
"You can be a little stricter with your requirements," Cillian Forrest reminded her from his seat beside her.
"Stricter?" Sophie Wexler asked. "For example?"
"Take this one, for example," Cillian Forrest said, pulling a file from her hands. "A little short."
The person in question was 183cm tall.
"This one isn't composed enough."
This was about someone who was merely outgoing.
