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?"

Vance in an awkward spot. He flashed a forced smile. "Perhaps the Vanguard Agency does have

leaned back on the sofa,

straightened up, his eyes piercing into Vivienne. "Specter Healer, an identity of great interest to my upper echelons. But I'm only interested in one thing." Vivienne did not

"Karen's daughter," Vance said.

in Vivienne's eyes, and the casual indifference vanished, replaced by an

you were not, I believe, acquainted," Vivienne said calmly, her tone laced with

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

seek out friendships, so the term 'friend'

had never heard of

was someone Vivienne had barely met in her childhood, barely remembering his

mother's name, wanted to recruit

Wishful thinking, indeed.

"I was not exactly close with Lark. Quite the opposite, we

hint of sincerity, piquing Vivienne's

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

be harmed in

mother telling

Ashen Pigeon was Micah.

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

that while protecting oneself was crucial, between one's safety and the hostage's, the

confidently told her mother, "I'd make sure never to get hurt if I were rescuing someone. I'd have the enemy hand them over willingly. Now that's

"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

went undercover that I finally understood. Your mother's actions

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