It was 12pm. Lunch, which the young female often used to deal business with her clientèle, or arrange and execute raids, missions, other occurrences on numerous people. Today, she was meeting with an unknown person; all she had to go on was the box of macaroons on her desk this morning, accompanied with the following note:
{ Demoness of the Blades,
If you wish to discuss business, meet me at 12.
I’ve been informed that it’s your preferable time to meet.
~Anonymous… }
Distracted by her favourite dessert, the woman had seated herself inside a cafe, the chosen meeting location. Of course, her men were not far behind, should she require them. She observed a person sit opposite her; her reputation preceded her it seemed…
“–So, you are the person who requested my appearance. What
matter would you like to discuss?”
Ｓ✗ █║│♛
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