The courtesan propped her body against the counter, addressing the shop owner behind it.

"Have you seen Vander today?"

Benzo gave her a cynical reply.

"I didn't realize the two of you had gotten over your rivalry."

"We aren't rivals. That's Silco and him... Besides, rivalries are overrated, so bound to end in tragedy. I believe there's always an agreement to be reached."

"Not always," the man bitterly uttered, alluding to their common distaste of Silco.

"You know, I really thought a businessman such as you would've agreed with me."

He smirked half-heartedly at his old friend, stating, "I haven't seen him today, Hiedra."

Her name nearly sounded like a sigh of defeat, out of his mouth.

Pleased, she flashed him her intoxicating smile.

"What do I owe you?"

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