POV: Alaric
It's been a hectic week for me. From making sure Fred Anderson settled in properly here at Zamford with a mouthwatering salary that surpasses all that Valor Lante had ever paid him, to overseeing the efforts put in by my team to extract the basic information needed from him about Valor Lante and their future plans, aspirations, everything.
We had paid him handsomely, and so he spewed every single piece of information he had about Valor Lante.
As much as I was happy, I was also worried. If Valor Lante also laid hands on Briar, they'd do the same. So, I had to make sure Briar wasn't a problem anymore.
I strode into the exquisite restaurant I had picked for this date and was ushered to the table that had been reserved for me at the dimly lit corner of the space.
The smell of exquisite cuisines filled the air, but I was neither interested in eating nor even being here in the first place, but I had to.
