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?"

awkward spot. He flashed a forced smile. "Perhaps the Vanguard

back on the sofa, her features

Vivienne. "Specter Healer, an identity of great interest

"Karen's daughter," Vance said.

Vivienne's eyes, and the casual indifference

not, I believe, acquainted," Vivienne

her mother was with the Vanguard Agency, her only

naturally a loner, not one to seek out friendships, so the term 'friend' applied to very

her mother's stories, Vivienne had never heard of

protégé, Percival, was someone Vivienne had barely met in her childhood,

mother's name, wanted to recruit

Wishful thinking, indeed.

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

sincerity, piquing

I. We'd often butt heads, especially during a live exercise not long after she joined. Lark,

hostage not be harmed in any way. We argued, but ultimately, Ashen Pigeon sided with her, and I backed down. Lark took a risk, got herself injured, but

mother telling her

Ashen Pigeon was Micah.

story, Karen had said, was to teach Vivienne that no

that while protecting oneself was crucial, between one's safety and the hostage's, the hostage must come first-that was the creed of a

I were rescuing someone. I'd have the enemy

recounting the 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 your own life, how can you

I went undercover that I finally understood.

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