Della’s POV
A few days had passed since Jackson first gave me this folder.
I was comfortably sitting on the sofa of my room, flipping through pages and carefully reviewing the resumes of each beta candidate.
I heaved a sigh as I read it for the third-tenth time since I got it. Each resume included their background and personal information. Hence, there’s a lot to take in, and with how important the Beta position was, I didn’t mind spending a long time reading it.
Whoever I chose would be my Beta, and they would face many trials side-by-side while managing the Wakeland. I had to think about it carefully.
I was engrossed in reading the other candidate’s resume when my phone, which was on the coffee table, suddenly rang.
Putting down the folder, I grabbed my phone and stared at the screen for a while to see that it was the head of the security department that was calling.
“Yes?” I said, answering the call.