Interview 2

Ebilade scanned the group, gesturing to the applicants to take a seat. They shuffled into their seats in a line across from the brothers, trying to sit up as straight as possible under Ebilade's observant gaze. Ebipade moved to the side, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, watching with his quiet intensity, a faint glint of interest flickering in his eyes.

Ebilade took a seat in a tall armchair across from them, his posture relaxed but alert. "Let's begin," he said, his voice smooth but authoritative, his eyes lingering on each person with a quiet, appraising look.

He gestured to the young woman with neatly pinned hair and a composed demeanor. "Why don't you start? What's your name?"