Celeste sat in Avond's office with heavy eyes, carefully studying the two exit routes brightly lit by the industrial light above. Her finger traced over the red line, counting turns and landmarks just in case the cover work failed.
Tonight, her mission was going to be more dangerous than the one before. It would take her into Rotterand territory—the main and biggest competitor to the Brightwells.
It was extremely important that none of them found out who she was. Capturing a member of the Brightwell family would mean gaining a golden bargaining tool.
A one-way ticket to prolonged negotiation meetings and possible dirty play from both sides—territory disputes, selling rights, product monopolies, sector transfers, and more.
"And considering you're not even married to Tiel yet… Erickson might just decide to let you go. Remember, there's still Orion."