Night. Street. Lantern. Hotel.
"As stated in the letter, my master wishes to hear the details of the case you sent. Then we can evaluate your information and you will receive a decent payment. " The female voice sounded from under the hood of the mantle.
Opposite her sat a well-build man with a mask covering the lower part of his face. A faint aroma of salt and dampness emanated from him.
"Sure, lady. As I wrote about a year ago the eldest daughter of Sai's house, Lady Eleanor left the family under the pretext of studying. But we recently discovered that she was in the Homanine estate all this time. In the inner circle there were rumors that she was engaged to the youngest son at Homanine's house, but she is much older than him. Moreover, the boy is still a minor. "
"The small family of Sai, which has one of the main newspaper in the Empire? Close Rosenblatt? I get it right?"
The man nodded.
"As you know, the eight-year engagement to Duke Luther Rosenblatt's only daughter was terminated unilaterally, which caused enormous moral damage to the Homanine family. It has tarnished their image in society."
The person sitting behind the man barely kept the laugh down.
"What the hell kind of image is that?" This person thought.
"You mean that the Homanine had long suspected that the marriage would not take place, so you prepared a backup? "
"You're asking the right questions, lady!" Laughed the man with a sip of cold water. "That's right! Let no one say it aloud, but everyone knows that all in the family of Homanine are greedy for power. They were eager to get a piece of Rosenblatt's power at all costs, that didn't smear Lady Eleanor's honour."
The girl said nothing, holding a pause between them. The man began to become nervous, then making looking around.
The first floor of the hotel lobby was completely empty, while on the second few drunk bar guests shared hearty stories. They cried, shouted, laughed.
"Sir." The girl under the hood has finally come out.
"Mmm...?" He replied nervously, tensely.
"All this information is already in my master's possession. " She paused again, observing the man's reaction.
He was noticeably pale. The girl pulled two sheets out of a small bag on her hip.
"Sir, didn't you send this information about 10 months ago? The handwriting is identical as well as information."
His hair was wet on his temple.
"What are you saying?"
"Sir, did you try to deceive my master or was it someone who sent you?"
The man rose sharply, clapping his hands on the table.
"How dare you talk to an informant like that, bitch?" He screamed. "You and your master, son of a bitch, who is afraid to show his nose, have thought too much about himself! You are nothing without such sim...! "
Crunch!
Before he had finished his furious talk, as his smoky smokey voice of a poem in an instant. The man who had been sitting behind him all this time, with his sharp and skillful movements, twisted his neck. The big butt with a deaf rumble collapsed on the wooden floor. On the second floor there was lively conversation.
"How loud he is, damn it!" Rudeness flew from the red lips in a familiar manner. "Not only did he decide to turn me over to some bastard, he's also pretending to be innocent."
With her thin high heel she stepped on the hand of a barely warm body.
"The rat must be destroyed. Right, Deya? " From under the hood shone red eyes and white fox smile.
"That's right, milady. " the girl answered calmly, bowing her head
"Uncle!" She called softly.
Before her, immediately as if from the air, an old man with gray hair and a beard appeared completely silent. The tight suit and a healthy blush on the cheeks gave him youth. On the chest gold badge «manager Vilder».
"I'll take care of it, but lady, wouldn't it be better to let him go and follow? Then you would find the source of the stench. " With an impenetrable smile spoke the old man.
The girl chuckled.
"I rushed! What an embarrassment! Uncle, you know I'm so impatient. Especially when there's a rat rattling under my ear. "
The old man sighed in perplexity. He stroked the mischief on her head.
"Who on earth did you take after?" He asked himself and continued as if nothing had happened. "Come back. You're only married a couple of days. Don't be too suspicious."
"Good! But don't be too hard on yourself, uncle. You're not so young."
"Take care of yourself little minx! I'll give youngsters a head start."
Interesting fact unrelated to story: Veronica is 1.65 m tall, but she likes to wear high heels. She likes the sound they make when walking. It also adds 10 cm to her height.