"Ah, Miss Veynes," Weatherby Swann welcomed the woman as she entered his study. "You look lovely!"

"Thank you, Governor Swann." Delia smiled kindly at the elder.

He then glanced at the door behind her, noticing the Commodore did not follow her inside. Just as he voiced out his question as to his whereabouts, did Norrington enter.

Thus, the old man continued.

"Mr Böhm shall arrive any minute now. I would like you to sit beside me during the meeting." Swann gestured to the chair beside him at his desk which Delia acknowledged with a polite nod. "Of course."

She then walked over to take a look at the contract again. "Is there anything you can tell me about him? I'd like to be prepared."

"Pardon me. Could you specify?"

"I'm talking about his personality, behaviour. Does he have any unique trait you know of? One that preferably his father told you about?"

"Ah. Well…" the Governor trailed off and pondered for a moment. "He is quite a brazen young man, if I dare say. Arrogant, even."

"How did you establish the contract?" The woman asked. "You said you needed some time to rethink the trade, but you already signed."

"We got into a heated discussion about the trade," Weatherby explained. "He would not accept my refusal, and had me sign it on the first meeting, saying I would have plenty of time to think about it."

This was a definite red flag for Delia. Having dealt with similar people, she had a strong feeling of where this was going.

"How many copies are there of the contract?"

"One for each. He should have his with him today."

"Good. I'd like you to ask him to present his copy."

Norrington, who had stayed silent during their conversation, now spoke up, "For what purpose?"

"Why, to compare them, of course, in case of mistakes," she replied with an underlying venomous tone in her voice. She was definitely not amused by his uncalled for criticism, especially after what had happened in the corridors. "But you wouldn't know about such things, would you, Commodore?"

Governor Swann looked back and forth between the two glaring each other down, and cleared his throat to divert their attention back to him. "Miss Veynes does have a point, Commodore. It is common practice for merchants to compare the copies of their contracts. Although I don't quite understand why they should be reviewed after having been signed already."

"I don't trust him is all," she replied before she began listing the facts, counting them on her fingers as she did so. "He urged you to sign the contract. He demanded payment in advance. He did not specify what the goods you would be purchasing are. These points alone would be enough to refute the contract."

The Governor shook his head in disbelief. "No, he wouldn't. I know his father, he would never allow that."

"Correct. You know his father," she emphasised. "But you have never even met his son before."

She then proceeded to put down the parchment on the desk. "Are there any physical characteristics Mr Böhm told you of his son?"

"Not that I can think of," the elder murmured in thought. "He did tell me of a birthmark, however. I believe it was on the back of his neck."

"Then I will check that, as well." Delia's gaze met the ground, processing the information she had been given. She now knew everything she needed to know and felt well prepared for the meeting.

Norrington had a hard time admitting to himself that she might be right about the merchant. Nonetheless, he decided to stay and observe the meeting in case something went wrong. After all, he needed to ensure the Governor's security and keep a close eye on the woman, reminding himself that she was still accused of witchery. He would not allow her to manipulate the Governor to her advantage.

A few minutes passed and Weatherby and Delia sat at his desk, conversing with each other about different matters. He asked her about details of her profession, how long she was in business and where she came from.

She told him that she had started her business roughly two years ago, at the age of twenty four, selling only drafts and sketches of clothing she herself had designed. When she gained more and more popularity, she was able to hire employees and had her designs tailored from then on.

Over the course of the two years, her business expanded, occupying hundreds of employees, and 'Diveyne' had become a well known brand.

The Governor listened to her tale with fascination, asking more questions here and there, with the Commodore watching them in silence the entire time, unconvinced.

It was then that he found out she was of Greek and English heritage, and concluded that her company must be rooted in the Ottoman Empire, since he had never heard of it in England. It still didn't make any sense to him as to how she had appeared in Port Royal, miles away from her home.

Weatherby, however, did not second guess her tale in the slightest. He had been trading with the Ottomans a few times in the past, but had never gone to visit. He therefore refrained from making any assumptions about her credibility.

Their conversation was soon cut short, when a knock sounded on the door.