Chapter 2
Having just taken a seat at a table of very important figures, the short haired young woman feigned a look of annoyance and disdain as a messenger ran into the meeting hall with news of a busy shopping center. The government officials began bombarding the poor person with questions they couldn't answer.
"Now, now... haven't you all heard the phrase `Don't shoot the messenger.`? From the look of the poor boy, one would think that's exactly what you're all doing." One of the more senior figures berated the girl for speaking up. She paid no heed and dismissed the, very thankful, messenger boy.
"Why don't you continue the meeting while I find out the details of the incident?" Many of the rooms occupants waved her off, wanting the meeting to proceed. With a smile, she left the room.
Walking down the hallway, she allowed her thoughts to be as plain and truthful as her words could not.
'Heh, word travels so fast. I wouldn't be shocked if I receive a message from-' A small device on her wrist beeps and flashes. With a quiet sigh, she answers the call and hears a voice like silk.
"Miss Fossor. I've been told you're gathering information on the mall bombing. Any leads?" She resisted the urge to chuckle, but left herself smile as royalty never used holographic communications unless absolutely necessary.
"Yes, your highness. I'm afraid I haven't had the chance to actually acquire any details. But, rest assured I'll inform you of what I find." Her smile darkened a little as she mentally added on,
'At least... the what I feel like telling you.' The prince thanked her and left the girl to her own devices. Ending the communication, she set about her actual task.
Going about "learning" this and "misplacing" that, she sighed.
How easy it is for things to simply disappear.