Skyla swallowed. "Because the last three candidates resigned under mysterious circumstances, ma'am."
"Then kill me now," Skyla said evenly. "Or listen."
Captain Vellen folded her arms. "Because the job isn't about spreadsheets and inventory anymore, Novea. The Fleet Coordinator sees everything. The secret routes. The unregistered shipments. The cargo that doesn't officially exist. You'll know where the Arcadia goes when it disappears from the log for three days every quarter. You'll know whose names are on the hidden manifests."
