Phoebe's POV
'Once served under Mitchell? That means they must all be battle-hardened soldiers who've survived blood and fire,' I thought.
My casual expression faded as I nodded politely to Pierce Seth. "Hello, Mr. Seth," I said.
Pierce beamed. "Hello, Miss Hale. Please, come inside. Harold mentioned you'd be visiting, so I specially hired a chef who can make Coralia-style desserts. You'll have to try them later and tell me if they're any good."
Malcolm, trailing behind us, was left speechless.
'Hired?' Malcolm thought. 'Pierce, don't you feel even a little guilty saying that? You know exactly how that chef who can make Coralia-style desserts ended up here, don't you?' That chef was from the Viper Consortium across the mountain. Today, Pierce went to their boss to borrow the guy, but the boss refused.
So Pierce went in alone, took down the Viper Consortium's boss, and dragged that chef back tied up like a turkey.
