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

am?" Vivienne leaned back on

his eyes piercing into Vivienne. "Specter Healer, an identity of great interest to

"Karen's daughter," Vance said.

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

Vivienne said calmly, her tone laced

she knew, when her mother was with

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

her mother's stories, Vivienne had never heard of

had barely

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

Wishful thinking, indeed.

set down his wine glass and leaned forward. "I was not exactly close with Lark. Quite the opposite, we were

hint of sincerity, piquing Vivienne's interest to hear

butt heads, especially during a live exercise

the hostage to be extracted unharmed. I was ready to use a tranquilizer gun, but Lark would not have it. She insisted the hostage not be harmed in any way. We argued, but ultimately, Ashen Pigeon sided with her, and I

remembered her mother telling her this

Ashen Pigeon was Micah.

Karen had said, was to teach Vivienne that no matter what, one should

while protecting oneself was crucial, between one's safety

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

his cheek. "Back then, I was young and hot-headed. I didn't see the point in

that I finally understood. Your mother's actions were what

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