"Mr. Curry"
"Call me Ornand" Ornand Curry chuckled, nodding at his bodyguard to shut the door.
Trent looked around scanning the place.
"I called in some favor with my... Fiancée" Ornand chuckled
"She's well connected"
"She sure is" Trent chuckled,
"Wasn't expecting less from a Princess"
Speaking about Princesses.
I should call---
He looked up as Ornand cleared his throat and pulled something from his pocket
A USB drive? Trent stared at it for a few seconds as he stretched it to him.
"The files you'll need are in there"
Well... If they're a lot of information, it shouldn't be weird to store it in a drive that's easy to carry.
"I'll pass this on" he chuckled, taking the drive.
"If there's nothing else---"
"Uh..." Ornand cut in nervously
"Any problem? I've got people waiting for me in the reception---"
"It's... nothing" Ornand forced a smile,
"Enjoy the tournament"
"I might have to leave early but I wish you bests of luck" Trent stood up
