Marden gulped another glass of alcohol down, leaning back in his chair while his eyes remained on the documents in front of him. She was selling it - she was selling the restaurant. Why was she doing that? She had barely started working it and there was so much money to be made off of it. It was almost ironic that he had found all of that from a client that spilled the secret to one of his bed partners.
Was this why she wanted him to inquire about boat passages to the new continent? He had thought it was a weird request weird, but he had learned not to ask questions that wouldn’t be answered in straight or comprehensible answers. But if she was leaving, he…
Well, he couldn’t exactly stop her. But she was his business partner and a friend of sorts, so she owed him
