Allen/Mira
“ I hope Mr Lincoln wouldn't hold grudges and let go of my brother now”
Allen barely reacted to the honeyed voice that just spoke, rather he signaled at his men waving his hand. The woman sitting across him in a shimmering red dress frowned but said nothing.
She had been waiting for over two hours to meet Allen, and when she finally got in, he barely acknowledged her presence. He didn't even spare her a glance.
“If that's all, I won't see you out” Allen finally looked away from his phone.
“This…! Aren't you being too rude?”
“Rude? Deep Night mistress, please tell me how am I being rude?” his calm tone did nothing to calm the Deep Night mistress, rather aggravating her anger.
No one would below that the Deep Night master— well mistress— is actually a woman. Allen manage
