As she got out of the cafe, Calliope dialled a number that she hadn't in almost six months. She had been ignoring him but it seemed like she couldn't ignore him for long.
"Your grace, "Calliope heard a cold but surprised voice.
"I want Dante Engelson's reputation in the mud, Dyke," Calliope said in a single breath. "By the end of the night. I want him and his company to be financially paralyzed. I don't care about the consequences."
"On it, Your Grace, "Dyke replied without any questions asked. She was about to disconnect the call when he spoke, "You don't even acknowledge my presence."
Calliope was in a bad mood, to begin with. So, she snapped, "Because I have nothing to talk to you about. I wanted a friend but I got a self-sacrificing soldier! You treated me like an employee, I am treating you like an employee! End of story."
