"Who was that mysterious person who called you?" Sebille's voice was filled with anger as she asked.
"I need to rendezvous with them." My words escaped my lips. "The decision of whether or not to grant me permission to take this is entirely in your hands," I spoke the words to her.
A glimmer of excitement danced in her eyes as she eagerly embraced the idea. She's like putty in the hands of those who know how to manipulate her. Her overall intelligence is lacking.
Her eyebrow arched up in surprise or skepticism. "When you catch sight of that shining beacon of goodness, you must seize it with all your might. I swear to god if you're lying . . ." she growled, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. But her threat was cut short as I burst into laughter.
My voice was barely audible as I uttered
