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?"

flashed a forced smile. "Perhaps the Vanguard Agency does

even know who I am?" Vivienne leaned back on the sofa, her features alight with

interest to my upper echelons. But I'm only interested in one thing." Vivienne did not respond, her

"Karen's daughter," Vance said.

her mother's name, a fierce glint flashed in Vivienne's eyes, and the casual indifference vanished, replaced

acquainted," Vivienne said calmly,

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

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

stories, Vivienne had

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

invoking her mother's name, wanted

Wishful thinking, indeed.

leaned forward. "I was not exactly close with Lark. Quite the

carried a hint of sincerity,

I. We'd often butt heads, especially during a live

be harmed in any way. We argued, but ultimately, Ashen Pigeon sided with her,

her mother telling her

Ashen Pigeon was Micah.

had said, was to teach Vivienne that no matter

Karen replied that while protecting oneself was crucial, between one's

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

past, Vance rubbed his cheek. "Back then, I was young and hot-headed. I didn't see the point in Lark's actions. I

was not until I went undercover that I finally understood. Your mother's actions were what every operative should

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