Jason returned, carrying a collection of wooden training knives. Victoria nodded to him and turned back to me.
"After lunch, language lessons with Madame Rousseau. Your French remains embarrassingly rudimentary for someone supposedly educated in Switzerland."
I bit back a retort. Arguing was pointless.
"Then etiquette with Mrs. Harrington from four to six. Dinner with the board members at seven." She handed me a tablet. "Their profiles. Memorize before tonight."
The screen showed faces and bios of twelve stern-looking executives, all men over fifty. More names, more details to absorb into my already overloaded brain.
"That's all for now," Victoria said, already turning toward the door. "Jason, focus on knife defense today. The weakness in her left side leaves her vulnerable."
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