Langley
"Langley's fees aren't cheap. You summoned me here in such an ungracious manner—have you already decided what you're going to pay?"
(She tilts her head, as if appraising a newly acquired piece of merchandise, lips curved in that ambiguous arc that blurs the line between warmth and danger.)
"The rules of the desert are simple: once you're on the ferry, there's no turning back. DisCity is like that. So is the MBCC."
(Her fingertip taps lightly on the table, her voice softening, as if casually recounting an old deal in the afternoon sun.)
"But you're in luck. I'm quite generous with those I care about."
"So, darling—where exactly do you plan to dock this ship of mine?"Please log in to continue the conversation.