"You're giving me a mess?"
"You have Nadia and Grace, I'm sure you can work things out."
"Nicholas wants our head."
"Ehhh, don't think too much about it, he'll come around."
"What's that supposed to mean?
The people I sent over say they feel like they'll be shot at anytime during the negotiations."
Considering the number of armed guards that flocked Nicholas's mansion, a complaint about the fear of getting shot convinced me that real work was being done.
It had been two days since I last saw the man, leaving his abode with Nadia and later receiving Wanda.
With the real hurdle worked past, I had handed Martha the rest of the work, but clearly Nicholas wasn't making things easy for the woman.
"Nicholas and I have reached an agreement of sorts, now it's just a matter of results."
"What agreement?" Martha questioned, suspicion dripping from her tone.
"Let's say that irrespective of how things turn out, he's going to remain the topmost regional power.
