Part-time Instructor.

"When's the earliest interview available?" Arthur asked, leaning slightly on the table.

"Right now, sir."

A small smirk tugged at the corner of Arthur's lips. "Perfect. Book me in."

"Done," the clerk confirmed, gesturing toward a corner of the training ground where a tall, broad-shouldered man stood, arms crossed and observing the area with a critical eye.

His stern face was lined with age, his short greying hair and soft-wrinkled features making him stand out among the younger staff. 

Arthur's eyes narrowed slightly in recognition. 'One of the old guards from the mayor's office.'

"Thank you," Arthur said, giving a slight nod to the clerk before heading toward the instructor.

As he approached, the instructor's piercing gaze met Arthur's. There was no recognition in the man's eyes—Arthur's mask and altered appearance ensured that.