Good, good, he had the sense to sit down and break their eye contact at last. Ikenna swung his feet off the desk and leaned forward, his folded hands resting easily on the desk between them. "Running would only serve to prove your guilt, Armen, which is not entirely necessary."

The shady Security-obsessed man shook his head ever so slightly, amused at the thought that he had locked the door behind him. Armen really was rather unprepared for this job. Too young. Too fresh. Too easily scared. Disregard his experience in the field and the man could have been nothing more than a newly-graduated Hogwarts student.

But one that could still be taught, perhaps.

"You know why I'm here," Gevrik began amicably enough with his baritone voice at a quiet, even level. "And also so you know, I have already looked over all the files of the current department heads here. Files that contain your basic details and background, your previous employment history, your educational background, and bits and pieces of your personal life."

It was the personal life that did most of them in. "Then there are the files that you may not yourself even know about. Files containing things that should not become general knowledge.... buried secrets of a darker past, for example....."

Ikenna deliberately left his sentence hanging and slowly waited for Armen to make eye contact with him again.