The conversation had taken a turn, and it was clear that light-hearted banter was off the table.

"Vance, let's cut to the chase." Vivienne bit into a strawberry, savoring the burst of sweet, succulent flavor.

Vance sipped his wine, his gaze shifting between Vivienne and Percival.

"Vivienne, what do you know about Percival here?" He asked, nodding subtly towards Percival.

Vivienne tilted her head, eyeing Percival from head to toe. "Inside out," she declared.

Percival nearly choked on his Chardonnay.

What on earth was she talking about?

Were they not here for a formal discussion?

Vance was clearly taken aback, not expecting such a forthright answer from Vivienne.

Nor had Vivienne expected to say it, but seeing Percival's stern and ascetic demeanor, she just could not help herself.

Not everyone could understand the world of someone who cared about looks like she did.

Vance regained his composure and chuckled. "Well then, you must be familiar with his work. I was wondering if you might be interested in joining him professionally?" Percival coughed, glancing at Vance.

Was he suggesting Vivienne join the Vanguard Agency?

Vivienne speared another strawberry with her fork, the juice coating her taste buds in satisfaction.

"Director Vance, are you sure you can afford to hire me?"

question put Vance in an awkward spot. He flashed a forced

leaned back on

eyes piercing into Vivienne. "Specter Healer, an identity of great interest to my upper echelons. But

"Karen's daughter," Vance said.

glint flashed in Vivienne's eyes, and the casual indifference vanished, replaced

and you were not, I believe, acquainted," Vivienne said calmly, her

far as she knew, when her mother was with the

one to seek out friendships, so the term 'friend' applied to

her mother's stories, Vivienne had never heard of anyone

had barely met in her childhood, barely remembering his

invoking her mother's name, wanted to recruit her into the

Wishful thinking, indeed.

his wine glass and leaned forward. "I was not exactly close with Lark. Quite

of sincerity, piquing Vivienne's

I. We'd often butt heads, especially during a live exercise

not have it. She insisted the hostage not be

mother

Ashen Pigeon was Micah.

sharing this story, Karen had said, was to teach Vivienne that no matter what, one should

between one's safety and the hostage's, the hostage must come first-that was

sure never to get hurt if I were rescuing someone. I'd have the enemy hand them over willingly. Now that's the best strategy." Karen had

past, Vance rubbed his cheek. "Back then, I was young and hot-headed. I didn't see the point in Lark's actions. I thought that if you can't guarantee

undercover that I finally understood. Your mother's actions were what every operative should aspire

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