Alhaitham glanced over the application. He already knew it was from Anon and reached for the rejection stamp. A few minutes later, Anon entered, looking frustrated. Alhaitham gave them a calm, cool look. ‘I assume you’re here to discuss the application. Don’t think a few words will easily change my mind,’ he said. He leaned back in his chair and looked them in the eye. ‘If you want to convince me otherwise, you’ll need to show a much more professional and compelling argument than what’s currently on paper.’