Liam wasn't interested in the guilds' offers. He never had any intention of joining one in the first place.
He didn't see the point of signing contracts or swearing oaths to organizations he would eventually outgrow. The idea of being bound by obligations, schedules, and political loyalties didn't sit well with him. It was unnecessary weight.
The reason he had taken the Hunter's test was simple—to make life easier for himself, as the title gave him freedom. It opened doors, both figurative and literal, in this new world.
He didn't need a guild to do that.
It was already evening and as he drove down the road, the city lights reflected faintly across the windshield.
Then, his phone began to ring.
The screen flashed an unknown number but Liam picked up without hesitation.
"Mr. Scott?" a calm, professional voice greeted. "Good evening. My name is Blaire Novak. I'm calling from J.P. Morgan Private Banking Division. I've just been assigned as your personal banker."
