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

know who I am?" Vivienne leaned back on the sofa, her

he 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."

"Karen's daughter," Vance said.

Vivienne's eyes, and

were not, I believe, acquainted," Vivienne said

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

naturally a loner, not one to seek out friendships, so the term

stories, Vivienne had never

someone Vivienne had barely met in her

invoking her mother's name, wanted to

Wishful thinking, indeed.

"I was not exactly close with Lark. Quite the

hint of sincerity, piquing Vivienne's interest

especially during

Lark would not have it. She insisted the hostage not be harmed in any

her mother telling her

Ashen Pigeon was Micah.

was to teach Vivienne that no matter what, one

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 creed of

hurt if I were rescuing someone. I'd have the enemy hand them over willingly. Now

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

understood. Your

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