As soon as he said that, Malisa glanced at Cora. The two women locked eyes briefly, and in that shared glance, there was a quiet understanding, a nod of confidence. This was exactly what they needed a fast, clean operation, no complications.
Cora then sat forward, her tone shifting slightly from appreciation to business. "Now," she said, "let's get to the most important part of all this. What are your charges? What exactly are you going to bill us for this?"
The room fell silent for a second as all eyes returned to Lovi. But instead of naming a price, Lovi let out a small chuckle, leaned back on the chair, and looked both women in the eyes. "This time around," he said slowly, "I don't want money."
Malisa blinked, slightly confused. "You don't want money?" she echoed, uncertain if she heard him right.
