Paige Summers stared at him for a long moment, then suddenly chuckled.
She laughed until the other person's face turned red before clucking her tongue. "Anyone can see you don't have a head for business. Showing up on their doorstep like that? It'd be a miracle if they agreed! Hmm, but this is a viable path forward, and a pretty good one at that. How about this: you just focus on making the medicine. I'll figure out how to procure the ingredients and handle sales. Come on, let's discuss what kinds of medicine to make and what level of efficacy we should aim for..."
Their group quickly became engrossed in a lively discussion.
Meanwhile, in the Middle District, on the third floor of the quaint, antique-style building known as Serenity Pavilion, Marcus Monroe and Sylas Underwood sat facing each other on a sofa in a vast room. Each held a glass of wine, a silent stillness between them.
