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

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

of great interest to my upper echelons. But I'm only

"Karen's daughter," Vance said.

a fierce glint flashed in Vivienne's eyes,

were not, I believe, acquainted," Vivienne

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

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

had never

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

name, wanted to recruit her into the Vanguard

Wishful thinking, indeed.

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

admission carried a hint of sincerity, piquing Vivienne's

and so was I. We'd often butt heads, especially during a live exercise not long after she joined.

She insisted the hostage not 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

Ashen Pigeon was Micah.

said, was to teach Vivienne that no matter what, one

injured wasn't a compromise. Karen replied that while protecting oneself was crucial, between one's safety and the hostage's,

make sure never to get hurt if I were rescuing someone. I'd have the enemy hand them over willingly. Now that's

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

until I went undercover that I finally understood. Your mother's actions were what every operative should aspire

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