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?"

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

I am?" Vivienne leaned back on the

and he straightened up, his eyes piercing into Vivienne. "Specter Healer, an identity of great interest

"Karen's daughter," Vance said.

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

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

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

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

stories, Vivienne had never

mother's favorite protégé, Percival, was someone Vivienne had barely met in

her mother's name, wanted to recruit

Wishful thinking, indeed.

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

of sincerity, piquing Vivienne's

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

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

mother telling

Ashen Pigeon was Micah.

sharing this story, Karen had said, was to teach Vivienne that no matter what, one should never compromise their principles to achieve

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

not fully understanding, 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 them over willingly. Now that's the best strategy." Karen had laughed warmly at

"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 or the

went undercover that I finally understood.

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