Ryan leaned back in his chair as his fingers rubbed his chin.
Granting permission for the examination would be easy enough, he had the authority to authorize it immediately.
But if Theon failed, it would reflect poorly on both of them.
On the other hand, if Theon somehow succeeded, it would be a remarkable achievement that would elevate both their standings. A sixteen-year-old Grade Two Geneticist would be exceptional news, the kind of prodigy that drew attention and resources.
And there was always the possibility, however remote, that the Fifth Envoy had foreseen this.
Perhaps providing the invitation letter had been her subtle way of positioning Theon for accelerated advancement, knowing that someone would recognize her seal and offer opportunities accordingly.
If that were the case, then refusing this request might actually be working against the Fifth Envoy's plans, which would be unwise.
