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?"

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

am?" Vivienne leaned back on

Vivienne. "Specter Healer, an identity of great interest to my upper echelons. But I'm only interested

"Karen's daughter," Vance said.

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

acquainted," Vivienne said calmly, her tone laced

when her mother was with the Vanguard Agency, her only

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

mother's stories, Vivienne had

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

mother's name, wanted to

Wishful thinking, indeed.

leaned forward. "I was not exactly close with

admission carried a hint of sincerity, piquing Vivienne's interest to hear

She was stubborn, and so was I. We'd often butt heads, especially during a live

but Lark would not have it. She insisted the hostage not be harmed in any way. We argued, but ultimately, Ashen Pigeon sided

mother telling her

Ashen Pigeon was Micah.

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

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

Vivienne had confidently told her mother, "I'd make sure never to get hurt if I were rescuing someone. I'd have the enemy hand

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

that I finally understood. Your mother's actions were what

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