"Yes?"
"I would like to speak with Lucrezia Akna."
"May I ask who is asking?"
"No. But I have intel on Luther Wilkers."
"…"
"Hello?"
"I will connect you with her personal line in a minute."
"Thanks."
So far so good.
Luther will surely be proud of me. Maybe he would actually feel comfortable enough around me.
Despite his bad flirting, he keeps getting up these walls. Which is pretty irrelevant to me to be honest.
But if I am stuck with a guy for the next two months and a half, at least I could bring a vibe to the function, right?
It's fun.
It was fun until this. Now? I am not that sure.
After all, what is the purpose of running away from your overwhelming aristocratic house full of political intrigues if you get pulled into this?
"Hello?"
"Madam Akna?"
"Heard you got the intel. What do you want for it?"
"I am just a messenger for Luther actually."
"Oh?"
"He wants to negotiate."
"Hah. Why would I negotiate with a wanted criminal?"
