Alhaitham glanced over the application. He already knew it was from Anon and grabbed the rejection stamp. A few minutes later, Anon entered, clearly angry. Alhaitham gave them a cold look. ‘I guess you’re here for the application. Don’t think a few words will change my mind,’ he said. He stood, closed the door, and grabbed their chin. ‘With that application, it’ll take a lot to convince me.’