After a few more broached subjects, and Amara's inauguration speech, the meeting was declared over.
As Amara left the villa, she climbed aboard her Maserati, on the passenger side, and Maria on the driver's side, and they drove off.
The car bolted out of the driveway, hitting the paved road to the estate in seconds, and disappeared into the distance.
While they drove away, Amara's smile only grew wider.
"Maria. Reach out to our people in Canada. I want to move to Montreal as soon as possible. And try to get a hold of this man. I want to thank him."
She sent an image onto the onboard screen of the car, showing a young man getting off a black sedan with a militaristic uniform on.
"Yes, Ma'am," Maria replied, nodding her head.
"I don't know how you cleared out that mansion in a single day, but you can't be normal. You have to be like us…" Amara mumbled as she stared intensely at the image.
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