The morning sun cut sharply through the office, casting long, geometric shadows across the desk. Jake leaned back in his leather chair, watching Alice stare at the two folders in front of her as if they were live explosives.
"Just pick one, Alice," Jake said, gesturing toward the papers. "I have already vetted the two. The hard work is done."
Alice bit her lower lip, her fingers hovering over the resumes. "But Jake, this is the COO. If I make the wrong call, it directly impacts the company massively. I really think you should look over their final interview metrics again. What if—"
"There is no 'wrong call' here," Jake interrupted, his voice calm but firm. "Both candidates are perfectly qualified. Their experience is practically identical, and their psychometric profiles match our company culture seamlessly. Any of them is suitable for the role."
