"Even I, as a member of the Dragon Clan, must admit I'm impressed with your tactics. But isn't it inappropriate to discuss internal company matters with an outsider like me?"
Fafnir twirled a lock of her hair around her finger, her query seemingly casual.
Li Lin was quite enthusiastic in his demeanor, but perhaps it was an overzealousness that triggered a subconscious impulse in Fafnir to clutch her coin purse tighter. When company secrets were shared with such an enthusiasm to a stranger, her past experiences warned her that such a merchant could be a danger to her wealth.
Experience had taught the Dragon princess one crucial fact: when a merchant is overly friendly, your purse is in peril.
Rather than answer immediately, Li Lin swirled his glass of whiskey, allowing the early spring sunshine to filter through the liquor and ice, casting a dance of amber light upon the desk. He watched this display with contentment before finally breaking the silence,
