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?"

in an awkward spot. He flashed a forced

Vivienne leaned back on the sofa, her

into Vivienne. "Specter Healer, 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.

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

acquainted," Vivienne said calmly, her tone laced with an

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

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

her mother's stories, Vivienne had never heard of

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

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

Wishful thinking, indeed.

down his wine glass and leaned forward. "I was not exactly

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

butt heads, especially during a live exercise

be harmed in any way. We argued, but ultimately, Ashen Pigeon sided with her, and I backed down. Lark took a risk, got herself injured, but managed

her mother telling her this

Ashen Pigeon was Micah.

purpose of sharing this story, Karen had said, was to teach Vivienne that no matter

between one's safety and the hostage's, the hostage must come first-that was the creed of a Vanguard

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

see the point in Lark's actions. I thought that if you can't guarantee your own life, how can you

finally understood. Your mother's actions

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