"We can make a different kind of agreement instead. One that won't give you the role of a higher up but allow you to use all of the services of the Underground." Faust offered with a grin.
Miki frowned.
These kinds of agreements were the most troublesome.
Organisational agreements had structure. Rules. Clear responsibilities between two parties.
Personal agreements were different.
They placed everything on a single individual.
They were built entirely on trust.
Or manipulation.
Sometimes both.
"And what exactly would you gain from this arrangement?" Miki asked.
Her earlier fearful expression now gone as this was the time for negotiation.
Faust leaned back slightly, elbows resting against the windowsill.
The light of his cigarette casting an ominous shadow against his face.
