Frances Motoki. Mikhail had heard the name a lot of times but now, they were finally going to meet her. The woman who probably killed Erin Walsh and someone who evaded the King of Information herself.
Mikhail thought they were going to leave the town but strangely they headed to the same cafe they were on the day Louis explained things to him. They sat and ordered, Louis, getting a cocoa parfait while Mikhail got a black coffee.
“When is she going to be here?”
“She has already arrived”
Louis said that without checking her phone or looking up from her parfait. Just as he was about to ask how she knew, the seat in front of them was occupied. Up close, she commanded a presence, unlike anything he had ever experienced.
Frances Motoki had arrived.
“Good day, King”
“Administrator Fra
