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?"

flashed a forced smile. "Perhaps the Vanguard Agency does have

know who I am?" Vivienne leaned back on the

an identity of great interest to my upper echelons. But I'm only interested in one thing." Vivienne did not respond, her gaze dropping

"Karen's daughter," Vance said.

mother's name, a fierce glint flashed in Vivienne's eyes,

I believe, acquainted," Vivienne

far as she knew, when her mother was with the Vanguard Agency, her only real

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

mother's stories, Vivienne had never heard of

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

Vance, invoking her mother's name, wanted to recruit her

Wishful thinking, indeed.

glass and leaned forward. "I was not exactly

a hint of sincerity, piquing Vivienne's

I were rivals from the moment she joined the agency. She was stubborn, and so was I. We'd often butt heads, especially during a live exercise not long after she joined. Lark, Ashen Pigeon, and I were assigned to the same squad, tasked with

use a tranquilizer gun, but Lark would not have it. She insisted the hostage not be harmed in any way. We argued, but ultimately,

remembered her mother telling her

Ashen Pigeon was Micah.

Vivienne that no

asked if getting injured wasn't a compromise. Karen replied that while protecting oneself was crucial, between one's safety and the hostage's, the hostage must come first-that was the

someone. I'd have the enemy hand them over willingly.

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 protect the people

not until I went undercover that I finally understood. Your mother's actions were

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