The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

That explained why the apothecary owner had that weird look on his face when Frank asked if he had any Bright Sky Herb. He must be regretting missing out!

"Then I'm counting on you!" Frank told the shop hand.

"You're always welcome-I mean, surely I can get a tip from this, right?"

The shop hand smiled, shaking his head.

And with that, he whipped out his phone to make the call. "Good morning, Mr. Quaker... I'm Zangi. Yeah, we'd spoken over the phone before did you forget? I'm the shop hand from that apothecary!"

"Just cut to the chase!" Mr. Quaker snapped impatiently from the other end.

Zangi remained calm, even chuckling. "Right... So you have a Bright Sky Herb, right? We just happened

to have a customer who asked for it specifically. Could you perhaps make time to meet him?"

Mr. Quaker appeared skeptical. "Are you messing with me?"

are you saying, sir? I may be nobody important,

for a table for 8 PM at Tandem Hotel. See you

Quaker's arrangement to Frank, who whipped out his

quickly stopped him from wiring a tip, however. "No, sir-trust matters most when it comes to business. Won't I have to pay you back if your meeting with Mr. Quaker falls through? And you look like an honest man who won't bilk, so my tip can wait until after you seal the

surprised that Zangi was such

since it at least proved he was

Hotel, Zangi was standing restlessly by the door. "Damn that man," he muttered to himself. "Doesn't he have a

going to come he wants to, kid. You should sit."

mediating this

be terrible for him if Mr. Quaker complained to the

I was delayed-had a little trouble on the

Zangi remained apprehensive, a middle-aged man in a tunic suit arrived with a sling

calm. He did not snap, since Mr. Quaker was an important customer to the

"May I ask why you want the